Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - It Waits in the Mirror Disturbing Reflections and the Terror Behind the Glass PART3 #38

Episode Date: September 22, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales  #hauntedmirror #mirrorcurse #ghoststory #supernaturalterror #shadowentity  Part 3 plunges deeper into the chilling ordeal as the protagonist confronts the dark forces trapped behind the glass. The malevolent presence grows stronger, warping reality and threatening to trap the victim forever. With eerie reflections and sinister shadows, this terrifying chapter reveals the true horror lurking just beneath the surface.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales,  hauntedmirror, mirrorcurse, ghoststory, supernaturalterror, shadowentity, paranormal, darkpresence,  evilspirit, fear, suspense, terror, nightmare, horrorcommunity, urbanlegend

So yeah, things took a turn. Like, a serious nosedive into full-blown horror movie mode. You ever get that gut feeling like something bad is coming, and then it actually happens? That was me. It all kicked off when I got this super creepy text from Alex, the guy I had dumped months earlier, saying he needed to tell me something important. Like a total idiot, I answered. What I got wasn't an apology or closure or anything close to normal.

He told me, in a calm, way too chill voice, that he was going to kill me. Kill me. Like, he laid it out like it was a grocery list, showing up to my house while my parents were gone, bringing a knife and a rope, making sure I'd suffer just like I had, made him suffer. I started crying right there, holding the phone like it was on fire. And then he added this gem, he knew where I parked my car every morning, and he swore my parents were never going to find me. Now, at this point, you'd think I'd panic.

But no, some instinct kicked in. I hit record on my phone. I let him talk. I let him spell it all out, every terrifying word. Once I thought I had enough, I hung up. That recording? That was my lifeline. The next morning, I showed up to school hours early.

My advisor saw the look on my face and knew something was up. I played the recording for him. His face went pale, and before I knew it, he called my mom. I felt this gross, deep-rooted shame watching her listen to that recording, like I had done something wrong just by being involved with this guy. But thankfully, my advisor knew better. He sent us to the police. We spent all day at the station, me and my mom, telling them every tiny detail.

The officers were actually really supportive. They listened, they believed me, and then they drove straight to Alex's school. Dude got arrested right there, mid-class. And here's the kicker, I was out grabbing sandwiches for me and my mom when I saw him being brought into the station in cuffs. The look on his face. If looks could kill, I'd have dropped dead in that parking lot. He got evaluated at some fancy mental institution.

Big surprise, right? Rich family, high. High connections, blah blah. But even with a restraining order slapped on him, he broke it. Multiple times. I called the police, but they said there wasn't enough evidence to do anything. Honestly? I think they were afraid to touch the case because of his family's status.

Money talks. Eventually, I got accepted to Brown, my dream school. I had to notify campus security about the restraining order. Like, officially. That's how serious things had gotten. It's been over a decade since that whole nightmare, and guess what? I still get random calls, blocked numbers, friend requests from new accounts with zero photos. It's always him.

I know it is. I moved clear across the country just to feel safe. Finally. But I'll never forget the way my heart jumps every time my phone buzzes from an unknown number. That experience. It messed with how I trust people. It changed the type of people I let in. You never really go back to normal after something like that. Now, let's rewind a bit. Same girl, younger version. I was 13, introverted to the bone. I had a few good friends, a love for books and writing, and honestly preferred solitude over any party or social hangout.

One day, early November, I got added to this random group chat. Friends, acquaintances, a few numbers I didn't recognize. They were organizing a hangout at this park near our school. I wasn't allowed to go out at night, especially not to hang with a mixed group of teens in a park. But as luck would have it, my parents were going out of town that very night. Overnight trip. They wouldn't be back until like 4 a.m. I couldn't believe my luck.

As soon as their car disappeared, I was out the door. The last thing I did before leaving. Lock the front door. That was the one rule my parents drilled into me like gospel. Always locked the door. No exceptions. So there I was at the park. It was already dark.

We were all just talking, laughing, doing the dumb teenage stuff. But my mood Kind of There was this dude Way off by the trees He just stood there Watching us He was like a shadow at first

But when the light hit him right I could see his face Mid-30s, maybe early 40s Beard Dark hoodie And this look in his eyes that made my stomach do a backflip No one else seemed to notice him And because I already had this label of being, that weird girl obsessed with true crime,

I didn't say anything. I just tried to shake the creepy feeling off. Around 9.45, people started leaving, curfews and parents texting. We went from 10 to about 5 in a matter of minutes. And now the temperature dropped, and with barely any streetlights, the place turned pitch black. I didn't have a ride. I couldn't ask for one either, because that would mean explaining why I was out in the first place. And, of course, the creeper moved, right by the only exit that led to my street.

Like, come on. I tried to act normal, breathing slow, walking steady. I passed within ten feet of him. As soon as I got by, I bolted. Full sprint through the trees, not even caring about branches is slapping me in the face. I didn't look back until I made it to the road. Snap. I stopped. Dumb, I know. But I had to see. I turned, and there he was. About 15 feet away, slowly walking, like he was pretending he wasn't following me. But I could feel the threat coming off him like heat from a fire. My instincts were screaming. I turned and started jogging. My house was about ten minutes away, and I prayed that would be enough. I checked again.

He was still there. Still matching my pace. Closer now. I broke into a full sprint. Fastest I've ever run. I could hear his shoes smacking the pavement behind me. Heavy breathing. I took a sharp turn into an alley I knew well.

Almost home. Ran up my porch steps like I was in the frequent Bolimper. Unlocked the door. Slammed it behind me just as he crashed into it. No joke. He threw his full weight into that door. I locked it. All of them.

Every single door and window in the house. I shut the lights off, grabbed a kitchen knife, and curled up in my room shaking. I didn't sleep that night. Didn't tell anyone either. Not a soul. I knew I'd get a little. grounded for sneaking out. So I bottled it up. Went back to being the quiet, weird girl. Spent more time writing, mostly creepy fiction now. No more late-night walks. No more meet-ups.

7 p.m. curfew, self-imposed. February rolls around. I'm in class, zoning out, when I overhear a girl talking about how some guy followed her home from the bus stop. She described him in detail. Same height, beard, age. My stomach dropped. Another girl jumped in, same story. Everyone started talking about some dude hanging out near our school, creeping on girls. I stayed quiet, didn't want attention. But deep down, I knew. It was him. Fast forward a bit. I'm getting ready for school one morning when my mom calls me over. She's holding a newspaper and her face is pale. She shows me a photo.

Call the police if you ever see this man. My heart stopped. It was him. Apparently, this guy had just been arrested for assaulting a child. Then he escaped custody. The police were warning the whole town. I didn't cry. I didn't scream.

I just nodded. I still think about it. What if I hadn't locked the door? what if he caught me in the alley what if my porch light had been out there's always a reason to be afraid the end