Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - My Wife’s Credit Card Trail Unlocked Memories That Revealed I’m a Wanted Criminal Nurse PART1 #39

Episode Date: September 2, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #identityhorror #amnesiahorror #criminalpast #nursefromhell #forgottenlife  It started with a weird charge on my wife’s credit card. Harmless curiosity turned into full-blown horror as I followed the digital breadcrumbs. The purchases led to places I didn't recognize—but felt eerily familiar. One receipt unlocked a flood of memories I didn’t even know were buried. And with each flashback, a darker truth emerged: I’m not the man I thought I was. I’m a nurse. A criminal. And someone—somewhere—is still looking for me. This is only the beginning.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, amnesiathriller, truecrimefiction, criminalnurse, lostidentity, marriedsecrets, memoryflashbacks, darkpastuncovered, wantedfugitive, hiddenlife, digitalclues, psychologicalhorror, mysteryhorrorstory, paranoia, identitytwist 

Oh crap, I think we have a flat. I said to my wife Shannon. Let me look on my phone and see if there is a place to fix the tire anywhere around here. Dad, what's wrong? My 11-year-old daughter, Grace says to me, Don't worry, honey, we just have a flat. I say to Grace, are we going to miss my dance competition? Grace says,

We still have a couple of hours before you have to be there, so we should be all right. I respond. Mitch, there's a tire repair place about a mile away. That's not bad, we should be able to make that distance. How do you have cell phone service? Because I have zero bars. It's spotty, but I was able to get service for a minute. Shannon looks really stressed out, which I'm attributing to Grace possibly missing her dance

competition, which is for nationals. We woke up early this morning for the six-hour drive to Farmington, West Virginia, so Grace could make her late afternoon performance. I continue to slowly drive, as I don't want to destroy the rim on my car from having the flat tire. The car makes it to the tire repair shop, which looks really busy. Come on, Shannon, let's go inside and see how long it will take to get a new tire. Why don't you just go in and I'll stay here with Grace? Okay, that's fine.

I respond. I try to walk as quickly as possible so a new customer doesn't get in front of me. I opened the door and go to the front counter. How can I help you, sir? The man behind the counter says to me, I have a flat tire and we need to get to my daughter's dance competition as quickly as possible. We're a little backed up right now, but we'll change your tire as quickly as we can. Can you give a rough time estimate?

Well, we have ten people in front of you, so I would say anywhere from two to two point five hours. Oh gosh, that'll be too late. It could be a little sooner, but I can't guarantee that. Oh, okay, but if there is anything that you could do, then please try. Okay, sir. The waiting area is filled with people who look like they would rather be anywhere else than waiting to get their tire fixed. I walk out to the car and Shannon is sitting in the car with her head down, where she looks really nervous. The guy said that it might take up to 2.5 hours for the car to be fixed.

Oh, whatever. Shannon responds. Shannon seems disconnected with everything that's going on, where I'm a lot of you. I'm about to have a heart attack. I look at my phone and see that I still have zero service, so I can't even call one of the other parents to see if the dance competition is running late. Dad, what happens if I'm late? Don't worry, honey, everything should be okay. But deep down, I know that things aren't looking that great, as far as making it to the dance competition on time. Because this is nationals, they're really strict and she won't be able to compete

if she's late. I decide to pace back and forth outside the car, while Shannon sits in the car with her head down and Grace looks more and more anxious. About 15 minutes goes by and the guy at the front desk, whose name tag says Ron, comes out to look at my car. I'm going to try to get your tire fixed as quickly as possible. Is it just the rear passenger? Yeah, just that one. I would greatly appreciate it if you could change it sooner than later. You see our garage is filled with cars already, so let me get go and get the jack and I'll change it out here. Oh gosh, thank you so much. Ron goes and gets the car jack and I open the door to tell Shannon and Grace to get out of the car. Shannon, come on get out, so the guy can change the tire. He can do it while I'm in the car.

She says to me in a forceful manner. I ignore Shannon and figure, the guy will tell her that she has to get out, if that's necessary. Ron comes over to the car and is about to set up the jack and look inside the car and sees Shannon with her head down and says, she has to get out. Come on, Mom, get out of the car, so the guy can change the tire. For whatever reason, Shannon seems like she's glued to the seat and she refuses to move. Ron is starting to look really irritated because he's really doing us a favor by changing the tire. Ron looks into the car and says, Kim is that you? With a look of surprise on his face. It's a really odd set of circumstances that is taking place, where Shannon won't put her head up to acknowledge the man. Kim, it's me Ron. Shannon

continues to sit with her head down. Her name is Shannon and that's my wife. Sir, that's Kim Greer in your car. No, that's Shannon, my wife. Sir, tell her to put her head up. She has a dimple above her lip, right? She does, but how do you know that? Because that woman is Kim Greer, how do you know her? I haven't seen her in about eight years. Well, we've been married for 14 years, and unless you came to see her where we live, then chances are you have never seen her before and you got her confused with someone else. That ain't your wife. A myriad of emotions are going through my head from the anxiety of potentially missing Grace's competition to anger,

because of what this guy is saying. Shannon continues to keep her head down in the car. Look, I don't know what's wrong with, my wife Shannon, but I'll give you an extra $50, if you just change the tire with her in the car. That's fine, but I'm telling you her name is Kim Greer and she's not who you think she is. I try to ignore his comments, so he would just fix the tire, where he first jacks up the car, then he removes the ludd nuts. He changes the tire and I give him the extra $50 as promised.

I go to get back into my car and Ron says, Make sure you sleep with one eye open and lock your daughter's door at night. Why would you say that? I say in a confused angry tone. Do you really want to know, hey Ron, you need to get back in here. We have a bunch of customers waiting to check out. A man yells out from the Tire Store. Ron walks back to the Tire Store without telling me anything more.

Anxious to get my daughter to her dance competition, I drive as fast as I can. While I'm driving, I can't help but think about what that employee, Ron was saying about Shannon. Up until 10 minutes ago, I would say that we live a pretty mundane life, where both Shannon and I, avoid any type of conflict with other parents and we both work and come home and do nothing more than eat dinner and watch television. Hey Shannon, why do you think that man was accusing you of being Kim Greer? Probably because he's crazy. He seemed like he was pretty adamant that you were that person. Well, it doesn't take much to change tires, so he probably has some type of mental illness. I guess so. I respond. We got to the dance competition on time and Grace did

her first set and we had an hour to spare until she did her final dance. I finally have cell phone reception, so I decide to look up Kim Greer out of curiosity. I'm seeing that it is a common name where there's even a Facebook page for a Kim Greer that lives in Australia. Then something catches my eye about a Kimberly Greer that was posted online over a decade ago. The online newspaper article stated, Former daycare worker, Kimberly Greer won't be facing jail time for her role in the deaths of three children, because the judge found her to be not guilty by reason of insanity. She will go to the state-run mental institution,

where she will be committed for an undetermined amount of time. Ha! I blurted out to myself as I separate myself from everyone else at the dance competition. I can't help but also blurt out, that's odd. As my mind filters itself, knowing that I'm at a kid's function or else I would have cursed. That Kim Greer was from that same town as where we got the tire changed, so that Ron Guy was actually referring to a real-life person and not someone he made up. However, as I had told him in person, I have been married to Shannon for over 14 years,

so my Shannon couldn't possibly be Kim. I tried to find photos of Kim Greer and the only ones that I could find were from her court appearances, which were a bit grainy. Ha! I naturally blurted out again, as I looked at the photographs that were available. Well, this Kim Greer had short brown hair and Shannon has long blonde hair. The dimple, I blurt out loud, as I do see that it's in the exact same spot as Shannon's. Those brown eyes.

as I recall that for the longest time Shannon's eyes were blue. Then years later, she had constant eye infections from wearing contact lenses, so she had to give up wearing the contacts and then her natural brown eyes were revealed. I think that everyone has a celebrity that kind of resembles themselves or maybe some random person at a grocery store that looks like them, so for someone to make a leap of faith that my wife Shannon is a murderer is quite a stretch of the imagination. Grace is starting to get ready for her next dance,

where I can tell that she is having pre-dance jitters by the way that she is constantly moving around. However, Shannon can't shake off the funk that she's still in when we were at the tire place, so much so that Grace's dance instructor is doing her hair, which is something that Shannon has always done. Why wouldn't Shannon put her head up in the car? And why wouldn't she get out of the car? I keep asking myself. That was definitely odd behavior for her as the both of us have always been typical suburbanites who have near heart attacks. if we're five minutes late for work. But why am I even entertaining these thoughts, if I've been

married to Shannon well before that Kim person was in a mental institution? We met sometime in 2008, at six flags when we both worked there together. We dated for a while then we had a short engagement and then we got married by the Justice of the Peace. After we got married, I finished getting my bachelor's degree, where I became a manager at a non-profit organization. We had grace shortly afterwards and we had our typical marital hiccups, but nothing that is even worth mentioning. The only unexpected thing that had occurred since we were married was the stroke that I had when Grace was around three years old. I had a family history of strokes, but mine came 30 years too early compared to my grandparents. I just kind of went into a trance one day at work,

then I woke up in a physical rehabilitation hospital. It took me months before I regained my mobility and I considered it a wake-up call, where I changed my diet and lifestyle. I even cut out coffee because of the increase in stroke risk. For the most part, I feel okay, but I did experience a bit of brain damage, where parts of my past, before the stroke had been erased or my memory gets skewed, where I fill in the blanks. Grace finishes her last dance and we drive back home. I give Grace encouragement in the car and Shannon falls asleep minutes after I start driving.

I was kind of hoping that Shannon would drive halfway home, but I decide not to wake her up. My mind was kept occupied with listening to AM talk radio and that, Ron, guy who put that crazy thought in my head about Kim Greer being Shannon. I somehow make it home without falling asleep at the wheel and the three of us walk like zombies into the house. Grace has school in the morning so it was imperative that she goes to bed as quickly as possible. Shannon was getting ready for bed and when my head hit the pillow. I was lights out. I woke up the next morning to my phone's alarm clock waking me up.

I walk downstairs to the bathroom and I see that Grace is a little out of sorts because her mother isn't helping her with her hair before her bus comes. Dad, where's mom? I thought she was downstairs with you. Have you seen her this morning? No, Dad, I need her to help me with my hair. I look on the kitchen counter and her phone is there, where it looks like her SIM card was removed. Now I feel that something really strange is going on, so I look in the driveway and I see that her car is gone. Dad, I'm going to miss the bus. Where's mommy? Don't worry, honey, I'll drive you, I say in a nervous voice as I realize that

Shannon is gone. I look around and there isn't a note anywhere. I decide the best thing to do is to wait until after 8 a.m. and call her work to see if she's there. In the meantime, I drive Grace to school. I tell her that her mother must have went into work early and not to worry, even though that was a flat-out lie. I decide to work from home today, so I can figure out where Shannon went. I still have a few minutes before it's 8 a.m. so I casually look around the house to see if there is anything out of place or if there's anything that looks out of the ordinary. I walk through the kitchen, then through the dining room and into the living room. There's a picture of the three of us when Grace was an infant on the wall. I take the

picture down and sit on the couch and look at the photograph. I look at Shannon's neck and realize that her neck isn't completely midline with her shoulders. Holy shit. She superimposed her face on Shannon's. She's not Shannon. I sit stunned on the couch as it sinks in that the guy at the tire repair shop was probably right. Was that woman an impersonator? If so, then for how long? Then, what happened to my real wife? She must have slipped up when we didn't have cell phone service and she guided me to that tire repair store. She just got caught up in the moment with Grace being stressed out and she probably didn't realize the extent of her mistake till it was too late. Oh my God.

What happened to my real wife and what am I going to tell Grace? I don't know if I should lock the doors or look for whoever that woman was, who was impersonating as my wife. It's after 8 a.m. and I call her job, where they tell me that, Shannon left a voice message early this morning, where she resigned from her position. I probably should call the police, but something tells me to wait until I have more questions answered, like if that woman was Kim Greer, then why isn't she in the mental institution? More importantly, what happened to the real Shannon? Was that woman, Kimberly Greer masquerading as my wife? Tobe continued.