Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Horrifying True Stories of Strangers Hiding Under Beds With Sinister Intentions PART3 #64

Episode Date: October 25, 2025

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The night a stranger hid under my bed. Let me tell you a story that still makes me shiver whenever I think about it. It's one of those stories that feels like a scene out of a low-budget horror movie or maybe even some dark comedy, but it was real, and it happened to me. I've told it to friends a few times, but every time I go over it again, more little details come back, and the memory always manages to creep me out. It's a long one, but buckle up, because I need to get it all out. The setup That night was supposed to be normal Nothing exciting, nothing crazy, just an average evening in a messy college kid type of apartment.

My roommate had his girlfriend over, and a buddy of ours, who had been drinking too much, was passed out on the couch. My boyfriend was staying in my room, and the plan was basically, everyone does their own thing, we crash, and that's that. At some point, though, I got this weird, itchy feeling. You ever get that? Like the hair on the back of your neck stands up and your brain whispers, something's not right. At first I ignored it. I figured it was just me being paranoid. But that feeling kept growing until it was impossible to brush off.

The discovery And then, boom, we discovered there was somebody hiding under my bed. Yeah. Let that sink in. While I was lying there, comfortable in my own bedroom, there was a whole human being crouched underneath me. When we pulled him out, it turned out to be a teenage boy. Not a little kid, not an adult, but right in that weird middle space where you're old enough to know better but still dumb enough to do incredibly reckless things. But here's the part that made my stomach churn, he had one of my underwear in his pocket. And not just any pair, these were dirty, and not just dirty in the laundry day sense.

They had period stains on them. I know, it's gross even to read. Imagine finding that out about someone who was literally inches away from you while you slept. What he was carrying. Obviously, we searched him. You find a stranger under your bed, you need to know. what else he's hiding. What we found was a mix of sad and disturbing. He had an ID card. He had a business card for a youth probation officer. That was the first red flag that this wasn't just some kid sneaking out for fun, he was already in trouble with the law. Then there was a crumpled sheet of paper with names and phone numbers. From the look of it, these were contacts,

probably family. We pieced together that he was living with his mom in one of those cheap motels everyone in town whispers about. You know the type, thin walls, flickering neon signs, the kind of place where dealers hang around the parking lot and prostitutes come and go at all hours. Around here, that motel had a reputation. Meth Central. And that's where this boy was going home every night. His school ID said Hoopa Hi.

Around here, that means he was likely Hoopa Native American or at least partially so. That detail might not mean much if you're not from the area, but in our town, Hoopa kids had a reputation, tough, sometimes violent, sometimes wrapped up in gangs. It's a stereotype, sure, but it was in the back of our minds as we tried to figure out what to do with this kid. Why was he there? The question that kept bouncing around my head, why was he under my bed? We asked him. At first he just stared at the floor. Finally, in this low, embarrassed voice, he muttered that he had been riding his bike, heard sex sounds coming from our apartment, and, wanted in.

Literally. That was his explanation. He told us he climbed a. up the scaffolding outside, saw my window open, and crawled inside. Then he squeezed under the bed to hide. From there, he could listen to my roommate's girlfriend moaning in the other room and do whatever he was planning. I don't need to spell out the details, but let's just say he probably did something to himself under there. And that's when it clicked, the underwear in his pocket. He had been using them. I felt sick to my stomach.

His attitude. The whole time, he kept whispering, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Over and over. Like if he said it enough, it would erase what just happened. He wasn't aggressive. He didn't try to fight. He didn't even really defend himself.

You didn't deserve what happened. And it doesn't have to define you. You don't have to carry it alone. I know a safe place where you can tell your story and you'll be believed. Call the Dublin Rape Crisis Centre National Helpline on 1-800-77-88-88. Whenever you're ready to talk,

they'll be ready to listen. There's so much rugby on Sports Exter from Sky, they've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter sports extra is jam-packed with rugby. For the first time we've got every Champions Cup match exclusively live, plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup, and much more.

Thus the URC and all the best European rugby all in the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jam packed with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only. Standard Pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply.

He just stood there, skinny and awkward, shuffling from foot to foot, eyes glued to the carpet. He knew he was caught. Part of me wanted to scream at him. to throw him out the window he crawled and through. Another part of me, the part that realized he was just some messed-up kid from a horrible home situation, felt a weird flicker of pity. The debate, police or not? We had a serious debate right there in the living room about whether to call the cops. On one hand, this kid had broken into my room.

He had stolen my underwear. He had hidden under my bed while I was there. If that's not grounds to involve the police, what is? On the other hand, he was young, already on probation, living in a motel with his drug-addicted mom. If we called the cops, his life could spiral into something much darker. And honestly, we were worried about retaliation. If his family or community thought we'd humiliated him, it could come back on us.

People around here don't take that kind of thing lightly. After going back and forth, we made the call, no cops. Instead, we gave him a lecture. The lecture I told him flat out, you're lucky. You broke into the wrong house tonight. If this had been somebody else's place, you'd have been shot, no questions asked. You could be dead right now.

My roommate chimed in, reminding him that we now had his ID, his mom's number. and even the probation officer's card. If we see you again, if you ever come near here again, we won't be so nice, he said. The boy just kept nodding, saying thank you, thank you, thank you. He looked more terrified than I've ever seen anyone look. Having a gun pointed at him probably helped drive the message home, too. The Escort

Finally, my roommate walked him out. The kid had left his bike on the lawn, so my roommate grabbed it and walked him all the way back to the motel. He watched to make sure he actually went inside. We kept the stuff we'd found on him, his ID, the paper with numbers, the probation officer's card. That way we had some leverage if he ever came back. Meanwhile, the others slept. The funniest part, if you can call it that, was that our drunk friend, and my roommate's girlfriend slept through the entire ordeal.

They had no idea any of this had happened until we told them the next morning. Their jaws practically hit the floor when we explained there had been a stranger under my bed while they were snoring in the next room. Why we didn't call the cops? Now, I know people are going to judge me for not calling the police. I get it. If you've never been in that kind of situation, it seems obvious, you call the officer. authorities. But let me explain why we didn't. First of all, I wasn't alone. My boyfriend and my

roommate were both there. We had the kid outnumbered. If I'd been by myself, totally different story. I would have pulled out my gun and defended myself without hesitation. And then, yeah, I would have dialed 911 immediately. Second, the kid was cooperative from the moment. we confronted him. He didn't make a single aggressive move. He just stood there, ashamed and embarrassed. Third, when we searched him, we found condoms and lube, which was creepy as hell, but no weapons. That told us he hadn't come planning to rape or assault anyone. His plan, twisted as it was, seemed to be just sneaking in to listen and get off. Fourth, he was scrawny. I'm not big.

myself, but even I could have taken him if it came down to it. This wasn't some giant guy lurking with a knife. It was just a skinny, horny teenager from a broken home. And fifth, we felt a little sorry for him. From the clues we had, he was living in a horrible environment. Neglected, surrounded by drugs, stuck in a motel with his mom. Add in the fact that he was from a community known for violence, and we realized, if we took him, we took him. turned him in, his punishment might not come from the legal system. It might come from his own family or from other people in his circle. So we let him go. Not without consequences, we made it clear we knew exactly who he was. On the many days of Christmas, the Guinness Storehouse brings to

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The aftermath Even after he left, I couldn't shake the image of him under my bed. I kept replaying the discovery in my head, what if I had been alone? What if he hadn't been a scrawny, embarrassed kid but someone violent? What if his plan had been darker than he admitted? I started locking my window religiously. I couldn't even fall asleep without checking twice, three times, that everything was secured. For weeks, every creak in the floor made me jump.

Still, I think we handled it the best way we were. could. We scared him, we warned him, and I genuinely believe he won't try something like that again. Getting caught at gunpoint under a stranger's bed is the kind of thing that leaves an impression. Final thoughts. So yeah. That's the story of the night a horny teenager crawled into my bedroom, hid under my bed, stole my underwear, and nearly ruined my sense of safety forever. Do I regret not calling the cops? Some days I wonder. But mostly, I feel like we did the right thing. We showed mercy without letting him off easy. And hopefully, that night was enough to snap him out of whatever downward spiral he was on. Me? I'm just glad it ended without violence. I'm glad I wasn't alone. And I'm glad I can tell this story now as a bizarre memory instead of. of something much worse. The end.