Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Hit-and-Run Horror Pregnant Woman Killed, But Truth Behind Incident Is Murky PART1 #16

Episode Date: August 30, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #truecrimehorror #hitandrunmystery #darktruths #pregnancytragedy #unsolvedhorror  "Hit-and-Run Horror: Pregnant Woman Killed, But Truth Behind Incident Is Murky – PART 1"A quiet night turns into a nightmare when a pregnant woman is struck and killed in a brutal hit-and-run. But as investigators dig deeper, questions multiply. Was it an accident... or something far more sinister? This chilling tale peels back the layers of a tragedy wrapped in secrets, lies, and shadows.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, truecrimehorror, tragicdeath, hitandrun, mysterycase, unsolvedincident, paranormalclues, darksecrets, creepytruth, smalltowndrama, twistedinvestigation, hauntingevents, conspiracyhorror, eerieatmosphere, beginningofmadness

Man, I don't even know where to begin right now. My hands are still shaking as I type this out, and my stomach's been in knots since last night. I can't tell if writing this is helping me process what happened or if it's just making me relive it all over again, but I need to get this out somewhere before I lose my mind completely. It all started when I was driving home from a short vacation in a nearby city. Nothing fancy, just a couple of days away to clear my head. The drive back was quiet, eerily quiet, actually. It was late at night, and the roads were completely empty. No cars, no pedestrians, nothing.

Just me and the sound of my tires humming against the asphalt. My headlights were on full beam, shining as bright as they should. I'd replaced them about a month ago after one bulb blew out, so visibility wasn't an issue. I wasn't even tired because I'd loaded up on coffee early. earlier to keep myself awake. It was supposed to be a smooth, uneventful drive. Just five minutes away from my apartment, and then, everything changed. I was doing about 40 miles per hour. That's the speed limit for that particular road, West Hazelnut Road. It's this long stretch surrounded by trees on both sides, and at night, the tree line can feel like it's pressing in on you.

I wasn't nervous or anything, just focused on getting home. Then, out of nowhere, someone, no, something, jumped out from between the trees. I barely had time to process what I was seeing. One second, the road was empty, and the next, there was this person in a black ski mask holding what looked like an AR-15, leaping directly into the path of my car. My heart shot into my throat. instinctively, I slammed my foot down on the brake. Or at least, I thought I did.

Except, it wasn't the brake. I felt the car lurch forward, the engine roaring louder as the speedometer climbed. In that split second, my brain screamed at me, you hit the gas, idiot. But it was too late to correct it. The sickening thud that followed still echoes in my head. I felt the impact shuddered through the whole vehicle. I watched in horror as the person disappeared under the hood, heard the horrible crunching and dragging sounds as my tires rolled over them. I froze. My hands locked on the steering will so tight my knuckles turned white.

My heart was hammering so loud I couldn't hear anything else. After a second that felt like an eternity, I let up on the gas and the car slowed. My mind was racing. What the hell just happened? I glanced into the rearview mirror. That's when I saw them. A group of people, at least a dozen, came running out from the trees. They were screaming, waving their arms, and rushing to where the body lay crumpled on the road.

Some were wailing, others yelling words I couldn't make out. And me? I panicked. I don't even know what I was thinking. I just slammed my foot back on the gas and tore out of there like a bat out of hell. Tires squealing, adrenaline flooding my system, I didn't look back. When I finally got to my apartment complex, I pulled straight into the garage and closed the door behind me. I sat there in the dark car for a moment, gripping the wheel, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

And then I broke down. Tears poured down my face. I couldn't stop shaking. I kept whispering, what have I done? Oh God, what have I done, over a lot? and over. I don't know how long I sat there before my eyes flicked to my dash cam. My stomach dropped. That little camera had recorded everything. The whole scene, every second of it, was saved right there. Panic surged through me again. I yanked the dash cam off its mount and held it in my

hands, staring at it like it was a ticking time bomb. If the cops get their hands on this, I'm screwed. But I couldn't just toss it in the trash. Someone might see. My neighbors are the type who peek out their windows at the slightest sound. If they saw me tossing something in the middle of the night, they'd remember. They'd talk. So I hid it. I won't say where, but let's just say it somewhere no one will ever find unless they're tearing the place apart piece by piece. It was past midnight by then. My body felt like it had been wrung out like a wet towel. I stumbled to my bedroom and collapsed on the bed, fully clothed, and stared at the ceiling. Sleep didn't come easy, but eventually, my exhausted body gave in. When I woke up the next morning, sunlight was streaming through the

blinds. For a brief, blissful moment, I forgot about what had happened. It was quiet. No sirens. No banging on the door. Just a normal morning. I almost convinced myself it had all been a nightmare. I went through the motions of making coffee and scrambling some eggs, trying to cling to that illusion of normalcy. But then I made the mistake of checking my phone. That's when my stomach dropped all over again.

There it was, right on the local news app. Pregnant woman killed in hit and run, I choked on my coffee and spat it all over the counter as I read the headline. My heart started pounding like crazy. A pregnant woman. I scrolled through the article, my hands trembling. A pregnant woman has died after being struck by a black SUV in a hit and run late last night on West Hazelnap Road.

Police are asking for any witnesses to come forward with information about the vehicle or driver involved. The word swam in front of my eyes. My brain went into overdrive. Pregnant. Oh God, I killed a pregnant woman. What the hell have I done? But then something strange hit me.

The article said a black SUV. That's not my car. I'm not going to say what I drive here, but let's just say it isn't a black SUV. Not even close. I felt a flicker of hope. Did they get it wrong? I ran out to the garage and examined. examined the front of my car, expecting to see blood, dense, anything.

But there was nothing. Not a single drop of blood. No dense. No scratches. It looked, normal. Like nothing had ever happened. I stared at it for a long time, my mind spinning in circles. How is that even possible?

I hit someone. I felt the impact. I heard the sounds. There's no way the car came out and scathed. And yet, there it was. Pristine. That's when the question started creeping in. Why didn't the article mention the ski mask or the AR-15?

Was I hallucinating? Sleep-deprived? Or, was something else going on? Were those people in the trees or friends or family? Did they see what really happened and decide to twist the story? Or, was this something I was never made? meant to understand. I don't know. All I know is, I have to act normal. I have to pretend nothing happened. Go to work, smile at my neighbors, live my life like I didn't run someone

over last night. Maybe the cops will never come. Maybe they'll never figure it out. Maybe I'm in the clear. But deep down, I can't shake this feeling. The feeling that this isn't over. Not by a long shot. To be continued.