Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - How a Chihuahua, an Iced Latte, and Two Bodyguards Ruined My Totally Normal Day #18

Episode Date: July 12, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #chihuahuachaos #icedlatte #bodyguards #unexpectedtwist #normaldayruined  What started as a regular day quickly unravels when a tiny dog causes chaos, a simple iced latte incident escalates, and two bodyguards complicate everything. The narrative explores how the most mundane moments can become unforgettable disasters.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, chaos, unexpectedevents, pets, coffee, bodyguards, mishaps, funnyhorror, bizarre, normalday, storytime, nightmare, darkhumor, wildstory, everydayhorror

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Let me tell you about the weirdest Tuesday of my life. It started off just like any other chill afternoon. I had nothing major on my schedule, so I decided to enjoy the rare sunny weather in my neighborhood. You know the kind, blue skies, soft breeze, the works. I was on my way to grab a coffee at this local spot I go to when something totally unexpected happened. I'm walking along, soaking up the sun when I spot this tiny little dog waddling down the sidewalk. No human in sight, just the dog, looking super confused and dragging a leash like it escaped a cartoon.

It was one of those pocket-sized chihuahuas with those wild, bulging eyes like it had seen things. I'm a sucker for dogs, can't help it, and this one looked so helpless, like it was on some mission it didn't sign up for. Now here's where I made my first mistake. I assumed the dog was lost. all heroic and caffeinated, I jogged over, crouched down, and checked for tags. Not a single ID on that scruffy little guy. Alarm bells should have gone off, but nope, my caffeine-fueled brain decided I was on a rescue

mission. So I scooped the dog up like I was a Disney princess in an animated reboot and carried it with me to the coffee shop. My logic. Someone local would recognize it. Chihuahuas aren't exactly stealthy. But that was mistake number two. The moment I walked into the coffee shop, things started to feel off. The dog perched on my lap like it owned the place, and I tried to act normal. That's when these two dudes walked in, both wearing matching black leather jackets, sunglasses indoors, yes, really, and scanning the room like they were casing a joint. One of them had a ridiculous neck tattoo of an eagle flying over a city skyline. I remember thinking, who gets that tattoo on purpose.

They didn't order anything. They just stood there, talking quietly, eyes darting around until finally, bam. One of them locked eyes with me. Or more accurately, the dog on my lap. I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed when I'm on my third espresso, so instead of picking up the sketchy vibes, I smiled and waved like a complete idiot, assuming they were the dog's owners. They did not wave back. In fact, they exchanged a look and turned right around, heading for the door.

Now, a smart person would have let it go. But not me. Nope. Mistake number three, I followed them. I paid for my coffee, scooped up the dog, who didn't even resist, which was weird in itself, and casually strolled after them, thinking I was about to solve a missing dog mystery. As I caught up to them on the sidewalk, I called out, hey. Is this your dog? They turned around, and the look on their faces wasn't relief. It was sheer panic. One of the guys grabbed my arm and said, you need to come with us. Now, my brain finally woke up. This wasn't normal. I tried to back away, but before I could say anything, the eagle tattoo guy pulled out this tiny plastic bag of white powder and hissed,

that dog has something we need. Excuse me, what? Was I holding a canine drug mule? Mistake number four, I froze. If this were an action movie, maybe I would have kicked them in the knees and made a run for it, dog under one arm, espresso in the other. But no.

I just stood there like a mannequin while they pulled me into a nearby alley. The whole scene was like a B-movie thriller. They started talking fast about drops, deadlines, exchanges. Meanwhile, I'm trying to figure out if I'd accidentally joined a cartel. Then came the twist. Apparently, this Chihuahua was part of some weird delivery system. They thought it had something inside it. I don't even want to know how they planned to get it out. All I know is I wanted nothing to do with it. They told me to stay put while they made a call. That was my chance. I clutched the dog and ran. I ran like my life depended on it, because honestly, it probably did.

I didn't stop to think. I just bolted. People on the sidewalk stared. I didn't care. Coffee. Spilled. Dignity. Gone. I just needed to get away. Mistake number five, running through the city with a chihuahua looks really suspicious. I'd only made it like four blocks when I heard sirens. My brain said, no worries, you're the good guy. But that's not how real life works. When cops sees someone sprinting down the street with a tiny dog and two sketchy guys chasing... 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 of the World. 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. Stand up pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. They assumed the worst. The police pulled up, jumped out with weapons drawn, and shouted for me to get down. So there I was, lying face down on the pavement with this clueless Chihuahua sniffing the ground.

like it was just a normal Tuesday. Then came the big reveal. Turns out the dog belonged to some mega-rich socialite. The dog wasn't missing, it had just slipped away from her security detail. The two guys. Not drug dealers, they were her bodyguards. Apparently, they thought I was trying to kidnap her dog for ransom or something. Talk about misunderstandings. I got hauled in for questioning, spent what felt like hours explaining everything. I even offered to let them search me, search my phone, whatever they needed. Eventually, they realized I was just a clueless coffee addict who picked up the wrong dog at the wrong time. The socialite showed up at the station looking like she'd walked off a magazine cover.

She was furious at first, then kind of impressed. I guess she appreciated that I hadn't tried to sell her dog on the black market. She even offered me a reward, a big one. But I turned it down. After everything, I just wanted to go home, take a nap, and pretend none of it happened. Moral of the story. Don't assume every loose dog is a damsel in distress. Don't follow guys in matching leather jackets.

And for the love of caffeine, don't get involved in anything that might involve bodyguards, drugs, or miniature dogs with secrets. I haven't seen that Chihuahua since. I kind of missed the little guy. But every time I walk past that coffee shop, I half expect to see it again. Not the dog, the guy's in leather. If I do, I swear I'm crossing the street. Oh, and just when I thought the madness was over. I got a text.

From a random number. All it said was, we know what you did. I'm guessing the socialite didn't appreciate the rest of it. I made about the whole thing. Oops. So yeah. I'm avoiding that coffee shop for a while. T-L-D-R.

Thought I found a lost dog, ended up accused of dog-napping, chased by bodyguards, nearly arrested, and probably banned from half the city's upscale events. All because I wanted an iced latte and tried to be a good person. Life lesson, next time,

let the dog handle its own business. The end. Thank you.