Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - I Witnessed a Stranger’s Suicide on Omegle and the Guilt Still Haunts Me to This Day #40

Episode Date: August 13, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #omegle #suicideawareness #mentalhealth #hauntingexperience #guilt  While chatting on Omegle, an anonymous video chat platform, the narrator unexpectedly witnesses a stranger take their own life. The traumatic event leaves a lasting mark, burdening them with guilt and haunting memories. The story delves deep into mental health, human connection, and the consequences of being a witness to tragedy.  #horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #scarystories #horrorstory #creepypasta #horrortales #omeglechat #suicide #mentalhealthawareness #trauma #haunting #guilt #firsthandaccount #psychological #darkstories #trueevents #internetstories #anonymouschat #digitalhorror #personalaccount

You know, when I put, witnessed, in the title, I meant it in the most literal sense. And even now, as I'm typing this out years later, I still don't think I've fully processed what happened. Trigger warning, this story involves suicide. If you're sensitive to that, maybe skip this. Okay, so let me take you way back for a second, back to when I was a kid. I'm talking like early teens. Me and my friends used to mess around on Omgul all the time. If you don't know what Omgol is, it's basically a site where you can randomly video chat with strangers from anywhere in the world.

Sounds fun, right? Yeah, except it was also kind of a magnet for creeps and weirdos. Anyway, back then we were too young to really be hanging out on there, but we didn't care. It was one of those, forbidden fruit kind of things. Our parents didn't know. We'd all be at a sleepover, one of us would pull out a laptop, and we'd huddle together like, Okay, let's see what freak shows up next. We'd scream and laugh whenever we came across something gross, and trust me, there was a lot of gross.

Sometimes there'd be someone actually normal, and we'd try to talk to them until they eventually skipped us. It was dumb and harmless, or at least it seemed that way back then. Eventually, we grew out of it. You know how it goes, you get older, move on to different apps, different friend groups, different phases in life. Ongel became one of those things I completely forgot about, like a weird little chapter in a childhood diary you'd never think to revisit. But then, years later, I saw someone mention Ongel in a random post online. It triggered this wave of nostalgia in me, like, oh man, I remember that sight. I don't even know why I felt the urge, but I'm not even know why I felt the urge, but I'm not.

I thought, what the hell, let me check it out again. So there I was, late at night, bored, sitting in my room with nothing better to do. I pulled up Omgo on my laptop, almost laughing to myself as I waited for the first connection to load. And honestly, it was exactly how I remembered it. Still the same random strangers. Still the same creepy dudes doing, well, you can probably imagine. It was gross, but in that familiar, oh yeah, this is why I stopped coming here kind of way. But then, in the middle of all that weirdness, I came across this one guy. He wasn't doing anything. Just, sitting there. Silent. At first I thought maybe his camera froze. He was just staring at the screen, no expression. I said, hey, a couple of times. Nothing.

I almost hit that next button, but something about how still he was made me pause. It wasn't like when people ghost you in real life, it was more unsettling. Finally, I asked him, why are you on here? That's a question I used to ask whenever I came across people who weren't being creepy. Just to break the ice or whatever. And then, out of nowhere, he replied. His voice was flat, barely above a whisper. I just wanted someone to watch.

At first I didn't understand. Like, watch what? Was this about to get weird? My brain started racing. Oh no, here we go. He's gonna pull some purvy crap. But then, it happened. It all happened so fast that even now, it feels like a blur.

Looking back, I realize why his hand was out of frame. He had been holding onto something. I didn't notice at first, but when he leaned. slightly to the side and there was this sudden movement. God. I didn't even have time to react. No time to process, no time to close the window or even open my mouth to say anything. I just, saw it all. One second he was there, alive, breathing. The next second. I slammed my laptop shut so fast it almost slipped out of my hands. My heart was pounding like it was trying to escape my chest. I couldn't move. Couldn't think. I just lay there in bed, staring at the ceiling in shock.

You know how sometimes your brain plays tricks on you after seeing something traumatic? Like maybe you didn't really see it, maybe you imagined it, maybe it didn't happen the way you think it did? Yeah, I didn't get that luxury. It was too clear, too real. For hours, I just lay there. And then came the guilt. I started thinking about all the what-ifs. What if I had said something sooner? What if I had noticed the signs? What if I had called someone?

But the thing is, I didn't know who he was. I didn't know his name, where he lived, nothing. That's the whole messed up part about Omgo, it's completely anonymous. There was no way I could have called for help. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that I failed somehow. That maybe there was something I could have done if I had been quicker, smarter, more alert. I've never been back on Omble since.

Even now, the thought of it makes my stomach twist. The site that once felt like a silly little internet playground now feels like a graveyard to me. A place where someone's final moments played out in front of my eyes. And yeah, it gives me anxiety every time I think about it. I don't know why I'm even writing this down. Maybe as a way to get it off my chest. Maybe to warn other people. Maybe just because I can't carry it around anymore.

All I know is that night changed me in a way I can't fully explain. If you've read this far, thanks for listening. And if you're ever in a dark place, please reach out to someone. There are people who care. Even if it doesn't feel like it. T. LDR, years ago I went on Omgel for nostalgia's sake, came across a guy who said he just wanted someone to watch and ended up witnessing him take his own life. I still feel guilty that I couldn't do anything. The end.