Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - I Survived a Nightmare House Party That Ended With Blood, Betrayal, and a Loaded Gun PART1 #69

Episode Date: September 16, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales  #nightmareparty #betrayalhorror #survivorstory #bloodandfear #gunviolencehorror  Part 1 kicks off a terrifying true story where a night of fun spirals into chaos and violence. What started as a casual house party quickly turns into a nightmare filled with betrayal, bloodshed, and a loaded gun that changes everything. The narrator’s survival hangs by a thread as friendships shatter and dark secrets surface. This story explores the raw terror of being trapped in a nightmare with no easy way out.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales,housepartyhorror, bloodbetrayal, violenceatnight, survivalthriller, truehorrorstory, partyturneddark, gunthreat, chaoticnight, terrifyingexperience, betrayalandfear, realhorrorstory, nightmareunfolds, fearandsurvival, darktruthsrevealed

All right, so I've had my fair share of bizarre, messed up nightmares over the years. You know, the kind that jolt you awake in a cold sweat, heart-pounding, confused whether it was just a dream or some kind of warning from the universe. Most of them fade away with time, like blurry pictures in the back of your mind. But there's one, oh man, there's one, that stuck with me like glue. It wasn't just a dream. It felt like something out of a messed up Silent Hill game. And I still remember every single detail like it happened last night.

It started in this dark, unfamiliar room. Everything around me was blurry and off, like the air itself was sick. I got to my feet, a little dizzy, trying to get my bearings. I squinted through the dimness and realized I was standing in the middle of a toy store. Yeah, a toy store. One that clearly hadn't seen customers in a long time. Dust-coated everything, and shelves of broken dolls, plastic dinosaurs, and creepy-stuffed animals surrounded me.

The kind of place that should have brought back childhood memories, but instead, it just made my skin crawl. Then I heard it. A strange scratching noise. Not like a mouse or something innocent, no, this sounded big. Way bigger. Like insect legs on metal, echoing through the shelves. I froze, holding my breath, and tried to see what it was. Something moved in the darkness.

Slow, deliberate, spider-like. A figure crawled across the shelving units. Human-shaped, yeah, but definitely not human. It was about the size of a person, maybe taller. Its limbs were, wrong. Long, red, root-like tendrils replaced arms and legs, moving with terrifying precision. I backed away, terrified, and stumbled around the end of one shelf, only to see a girl. Maybe 18 or 19, crouched down, surrounded by these red tendril monsters.

My stomach dropped. They looked like corpses, no eyes, no tongues, just bloody muscle and skin stretched over bone, with those tendrils whipping around like spider legs. Before I could even blink, they leapt on her, all at once. The way she screamed still echoes in my head. I couldn't save her. There was nothing I could do. I just turned and ran.

The monsters shifted their focus to me, and I could hear their spindly limbs dragging across the tile floor behind me. I didn't know where to go, just that I had to get out. I spotted the front window, shattered but big enough to crawl through. I dove through it and hit the sidewalk outside. but I wasn't safe. Not even close. The city was worse than the store. Every building was decaying, overrun with thick, red roots like veins stretching up the walls. It was like the whole world had been infected by some living nightmare. That's when I saw it, something I'll never forget.

A doll's head lying in the middle of the street. Just sitting there, staring up at me. Except, it started moving. Roots exploded out from its neck stump, writhing and twisting. One of its eyes popped out, and underneath. More roots. The thing screamed. Not like a baby doll. Like a bug from hell. Then came the stampede. I turned and saw a swarm of those root-limbed creatures pouring out of the buildings, out of the sewers, out of the cracks in the street. All of them headed straight for me. I ran like hell. Didn't think I could run that fast. I weaved through ruined streets, ducking and leaping over debris, but they were right on my heels.

Every time I looked back, they were gaining. I turned a corner and slammed straight into a dead end. My chest tightened. I spotted a nearby apartment building that somehow still looked intact. I sprinted to the door, flung it open, and slammed it shut behind me. I heard them pounding against it, screeching and clawing. I locked it and shoved a heavy dresser in front of it. My breath was ragged, my hands trembling.

Then, silence. Just like that. The pounding stopped, and I heard the scurrying grow distant. I looked around. I was in what looked like a dark living room. Faint light poured through a cracked window. That's when I heard something sniffing. not footsteps sniffing i turned my head slowly and nearly screamed there was this dog or something that used to be a dog pale blue skin hairless covered in veins that throbbed like it was breathing through them its head was mostly consumed by some kind of pulsating tumor and instead of front legs it had mantis-like claws and it was sniffing around getting closer i

I crept backward, trying not to make a sound. But the bolt on the door was jammed. I fumbled with it, praying under my breath. The creature growled. I gave up on the door and lunged for the window next to it. I got it open and dove out just as the thing lunged. I slammed the window shut behind me and turned to run, and came face to face with a little girl. She was standing in the middle of the sidewalk.

No older than ten, wearing a long blue and white dress. Her hair was curly and blonde, her skin pale like porcelain. She didn't look at me. She just stared down at the ground. I tried speaking to her, but she didn't respond. Then she looked up, not at me, but at the apartment window I just escaped from. And then, I saw it. Inside the apartment, not ruined anymore, the same little girl was sitting on a couch,

straightled in her mother's arms. The woman looked to be in her 30s, in a yellow dress, same blonde hair, same blue eyes. A peaceful moment frozen in time. Was I looking at the past? A memory? But then I turned back to the little girl in front of me, and something had changed. Her skin was even paler. Her eyes were white now, ringed in black. Her dress was torn and bloodied. She looked right through me, her expression hollow. I didn't understand. Was she causing all of this? Was I trapped in her world?

I had so many questions. But then I woke up. For context, I'm 17. Raised Catholic. I live with my parents and my blind grandmother. That night, I'd had a hell of a week, school, work, stress, you name it. I was worn down. My parents were going out and asked if I wanted to come along.

I said no. Just wanted to crash early. They left around 6.30 p.m., and I passed out shortly after. What happened next felt too real. I woke up in a panic. Something felt wrong. My stomach churned. I couldn't explain it, I just knew something bad would happen if I stayed in bed.

I got up and stepped into the hallway. That's when I saw it. A black dog. Bigger than any normal dog. Eyes glowing yellow. Just standing there, staring. It growled low and deep, bearing its teeth. I backed away toward my room.

Then, without warning, it stopped, turned around, and disappeared into the darkness. And then, a black hole opened where it had stood. Out of it crawled this woman, scratched up, bleeding, hair hanging over her face. Her arms stretched unnaturally wide as she dragged herself out of the portal. Her face was twisted. She crawled toward me, fast. I slammed the door and dove under my blankets. And then I woke up.

For real, this time. Or so I thought. I checked the time, 8 p.m. I was still freaked out, but I figured I'd waited out until my parents got back. Shouldn't be long now. Then I heard the garage door open. They were home.

Relief flooded me. I heard the shuffle of their shoes, my dad kicking his off like always. Their voices, muffled but familiar, came from the kitchen. I almost got out of bed. Almost. But something held me back. Something felt, off. I listened.

Heard my mom opening cabinets. Heard my dad walking across the floor toward the living room. And then, silence. I checked the time again. 8.30, 30 minutes had passed. But now. No sound. No voices.

Nothing. I wanted to cry. It was like they'd vanished into thin air. Then I heard my grandmother's door open. She was heading to the bathroom. I bolted out of bed, half expecting to see the black dog again. But it was just her. Our mom and dad home?

I asked. She looked confused. No. I haven't heard a thing, my stomach dropped. That wasn't them. Whatever was in our house, mimicking them, it wasn't them. I went back to my room and tried to forget. A few weeks passed,

and I thought I was done with the nightmares. But then, one night I had another. I was lying in bed when the woman, the bloody one, pinned me down. Her eyes stared into mine. She sang something in a strange language, her voice deep and demonic. Her grin was pure evil. I panicked. Started praying out loud.

Her grin twisted into a snarl. She got angry, but she was scared. too. My prayers made her recoil. I shouted louder, heart racing. She screamed and was suddenly yanked off of me by something I couldn't see. I woke up gasping. A few days later, I came home with my parents. I went to check on my grandma. She looked terrified. Did you come home earlier, she asked. No, why? I heard your parents talking in the kitchen, but then, it just stopped. I know what to say. But I knew I wasn't crazy. Something was happening. Something real. Funny how the best parts of your dreams fade like morning fog, but the nightmares. They stay. Like scars. On the morning

of my 23rd birthday, I woke up from another horrific nightmare. In this one, I lived in a huge, beautiful house, middle of nowhere. Swimming Pool. Fancy Car Everything should have felt perfect. My friends and family were there. I think I was showing them around. But something was off. To be continued.