Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - I Survived a Nightmare House Party That Ended With Blood, Betrayal, and a Loaded Gun PART2 #70

Episode Date: September 16, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales  #partyhorror #survivortruth #darksecrets #violentnight #gunhorrorstory  In Part 2, the nightmare intensifies as the betrayal deepens and the danger escalates. The loaded gun looms over every interaction, trust shatters completely, and the narrator’s fight for survival becomes desperate. Tensions explode, alliances break, and the true horrors of the night reveal themselves in terrifying detail. This part uncovers the raw emotions and brutal reality behind the chaos of that fatal night.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales,part2thriller, violentbetrayal, survivalinstincts, gunviolencethriller, darknightstory, friendshipbetrayed, chaoticencounters, emotionalhorror, realhorrorstory, nightmarecontinues, fearanddesperation, truthrevealed, partyterror, suspensehorror

All right, buckle in, this dream I had still clings to me like a second skin. It starts out almost like a fantasy. I was living in this massive house, the kind that makes you feel like you've finally made it. Middle of nowhere, endless green stretching for miles, not a neighbor in sight. It was my personal kingdom. Huge garage full of sleek cars, a crystal clear swimming pool in the backyard reflecting the sun, and all of it felt like it was mine. Like I'd earned it.

I don't remember how the dream started, but at one point, I was walking around this dream mansion giving a grand tour. Friends, family, co-workers, people from all over my life were there. The mood was light, kind of like a reunion. I remember Gretchen from Mean Girls was my girlfriend in the dream, and yeah, she wouldn't leave my side. Kept planting these long kisses on my cheek like we were inseparable. The tour moved through the house, but the energy shifted as we got to the basement.

That's where things got weird. There was a party going on down there, game room lit up, an open bar glowing with bottles, music thumping, people laughing. I was the host of the century. Everyone loved me. Or at least, that's what it felt like. But then, at the far back of the basement, there was this heavy wooden door. It looked old, like something out of a horror movie.

Behind it was a massive room, cold, dark, and unnatural. It was like stepping into a forest at night, dirt floors, trees randomly growing from the ground, and a suffocating silence. And something lived in there. I called it Jason, not the Jason, not Voorhees, but something way worse. Taller. Hungrier. Miener. Jason didn't.

just kill. He tore people apart. Grabbed them from the shadows and stabbed over and over, dragging them into the void. I never knew why. Maybe to eat them, maybe to torture them. Didn't matter. My role in the dream. I had to feed it. Feed Jason. Like, literally push people I knew into that room and slammed the door behind them. It sounds insane, I know. But that's what I did. I'd talk to someone, someone I genuinely knew from real life, then guide them over, open the door, shove them in, and lock it. Then came the screams. Blood-curdling, bone-deep horror. But here's the messed up part, I didn't feel anything.

No guilt, no remorse. Just another task on my to-do list. Like taking out the trash. Every ten minutes, I'd grab a drink, laugh with some friends, kiss Gretchen, then head back and toss another victim into the darkness. Rinse and repeat. People didn't seem to notice. Like they were under a spell or something. But the pressure was always there. If Jason wasn't satisfied, if he didn't get enough, something bad would happen. Eventually, after who knows how many people I fed to him, I went upstairs and took Gretchen to the

bedroom. For a moment, it was just us. Quiet, But then she said, why is it so cold in here? And that's when it hit me. The basement door. It was open. I shot up, heart pounding, and bolted downstairs. The house was empty. Totally silent.

All the party guests gone. No screaming. Just nothing. The basement door was wide open, swinging slightly. I didn't see Jason, but I knew he was there. I could feel it. Gretchen followed me down, asking what was going on, panicked. And I, God help me, I shoved her in two. Just like the rest.

Slanned the door shut and backed away, trembling. And then the door exploded. Jason came out. Mask over the top half of his face, mouth open wide with these jagged, animalistic fangs. There was a glowing pentagram carved into his chest, and in his hand, a giant butcher knife. He swung at me, and I ran. Barely made it upstairs. He slashed through the door and sliced a chunk off my hand. I was bleeding everywhere, in agony.

I thought about escaping out the front door, but my hand was useless. I couldn't grip the lock. Then I looked outside and saw bits of my friend strewn across the yard. Torn limbs, blood, unrecognizable bodies. I panicked, scrambled up to the attic, and locked myself in. Darkness again. Then I remembered, something else lived in the attic. Something I hadn't fed.

Before I could move, I heard it. Scuttling across the beams. A massive spider-like creature descended, grabbed me, and hoisted me into its web. I felt my skin tear, my muscles sort of. scream. That's when I woke up. Frashing. Drenched in sweat. My heart was trying to escape my chest. But that wasn't even the worst dream I've had. Once, I dreamed I was locked inside a giant metal incinerator. Like the ones they use in crematoriums. I could feel the cold steel walls pressing against me, the ash brushing against my palms. I couldn't stretch out. Couldn't move.

I felt like I was going to suffocate. Then, this little window near my face slid open, and a clown appeared. Not a funny one. This thing had red-glowing eyes, was foaming at the mouth, and laughed like it was high on madness. How badly do you want to live, he asked. Then he started bombarding me with the worst questions imaginable. Would I kill my mother? Would I make her suffer?

Would I poison a child? Each time, I screamed, yes, begging for release. He laughed harder every time I said it. Told me to describe in detail how I'd do it, like some twisted interview from hell. I was sobbing. He was poking at my head, mocking me. Finally, he asked, would you kill me to escape? I screamed, N.O.

He burst out laughing, called me stupid, then said, then you burn, and slammed the window-shadow. I felt the heat start rising. Flames creeping up my legs, and then I woke up. That dream. That dream stuck with me for weeks. But the last one, this last nightmare. It haunts me more than all the rest. I just got married, literally three days into it. We had postponed our honeymoon because I was sick. And that's when it came, in the middle of a fever dream. You ever seen the human sense? If not, don't. But if you have, you'll get the vibe. In this dream, my wife and I weren't exactly stitched like in the movie, but our bodies had been melted together in these grotesque ways. My left arm was fused into her back, her right arm wrapped unnaturally around mine,

and part of my arm was molded into her leg. The skin looked like melted plastic molded by a sadistic sculptor. They, whoever they were, released us from a cage with a shotgun aimed at our faces, told us to run. In the distance, dogs barked. Loud. Savage. We were being hunted. We tried to stand, but our bodies couldn't cooperate. My wife is shorter, and the imbalance kept pulling us down. Every movement was pain. Eventually, we gave up trying to stand and just crawled. screaming at each other, flailing like a broken puppet. Then the hunter dropped a gun in front of us. One bullet, he said.

Then walked off. We kept crawling, half-coordinated, our skin tearing where it was fused. We made it maybe 40 yards before the dogs were almost on us. I panicked and dragged her behind a bush. She wouldn't stop screaming. Wouldn't shut up. So I did the unthinkable. I shot her in the head.

Blood splattered everywhere. She went limp. I sat there, in shock, the barking getting closer. Then I just screamed. To be continued.