Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - My Wife’s Credit Card Trail Unlocked Memories That Revealed I’m a Wanted Criminal Nurse PART2 #40

Episode Date: September 2, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #psychologicalhorror #hiddencrimes #fugitivestory #nursehorror #darkrevelations  In Part 2, the truth tightens its grip. I dig deeper into the credit card trail, and each receipt drags me further into a life I don’t remember living—but one that clearly belongs to me. Names I shouldn’t know, hospitals I supposedly worked in, and patients with missing files. My wife is starting to ask questions, and I can’t lie fast enough. Now I’ve got flashes of a blood-soaked room and a uniform with my name on it. Someone's watching me. I don’t know if it’s the law or someone worse. One thing’s for sure: I can’t run from myself.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, forgottenidentity, unravelingtruth, fugitivelife, disturbingmemories, suspensefiction, criminalbackstory, hauntedpast, nursewithsecrets, familydeception, flashbackhorror, memorytrigger, twistedreality, psychologicaltwist, paranoiahorror

She's my wife not some psychopath who killed three kids, I keep telling myself. Grace has always called her mom or mommy and to the best of my knowledge, she has never harmed Grace or any of Grace's friends. However, I can't dismiss the obvious fact that Shannon has a strong resemblance to that Kimberly person, who was identified by that Ron guy at the tire repair shop. I also can't dismiss the photo in the living room that was obviously doctored, which I have no explanation for. I look around the house to see if I can find any other photos of Shannon and each one I'm finding in the house was taken after I had the stroke. I can't dismiss the fact that the use of camera phones has rapidly advanced, so not having a large amount of photos before 2014 wouldn't be overly surprising. But where are our wedding photos? I think to myself.

That darn stroke has skewed my memory so much that sometimes I confuse what happened in a movie to my real life. I try to think about our wedding and I'm not sure if we even had a wedding ceremony or we just eloped somewhere. Shannon always told me that we just eloped, so without any other information, I guess I have to go with that. As I continue to look around the house, I really can't find anything distinguishable before I had the stroke, not even my own birth certificate or even graces. For all these years, I learned to cope with my head injury, where some of my coworkers would even joke, I wish I could forget my childhood. I learned just to accept that my brain hasn't healed itself, but instead it just taped over old memories, like a VHS tape, and brand new memories were formed. The more I think about it, the more evidence points to Shannon, probably not being the real Shannon, because why would she have left this morning so abruptly? I can't seem to calm down as I have these constant thoughts rushing through my head.

I just wish I had more information. Shannon always said that we lost a lot of our stuff in the move, but where did we even from? I do remember being in the hospital, so the best thing for me to do would be to get my hospital records and see if there's any information in the record. So I drive downtown to the hospital and go to the medical records department. I only have a few hours before Grace gets home from school, so I left the door unlocked just in case, I don't get home in time. But what if, Shannon, is there when Grace gets home. Will she try to harm Grace? I would hope not and based on the years that I've known, Shannon, she hasn't harmed Grace, so I would hope that Grace would be okay.

I'm handed the medical record and I look at the discharge summary, where it states I was brought to the emergency department by my wife, Shannon after blacking out at work. Hospital personnel had to assist me out of the car because I was semi-unconscious. I have a young daughter and nothing else is really mentioned about my personal history. The record also said that I presented to the hospital with a large bump on my head from blacking out and hitting my head. The odd thing is, how did Shannon get me from work to the car? Why didn't my coworkers just call 911? Where did I even work before I had the stroke? I was in the hospital for so long, where, Shannon felt that it was probably best that I didn't return to the warehouse job. But what warehouse did I actually work in? The same problem

reveals itself where my mind will take images from going to the Home Depot, and watching the TV show, the office, and I kind of picture myself working in a warehouse, but are those memories actually real or did my mind just fill in the blanks? I always thought of Shannon as my savior, who had helped me through the most difficult times of literally getting me back on my feet. It's becoming more obvious to me now that not only do I have to figure out if Shannon is really Shannon, but also, who am I? I have a driver's license that says I'm Mitchell Smith and I have seen Shannon's driver's license that says she's Shannon Smith. I also saw a marriage certificate from December of 2008 that was issued in Philadelphia to Mitchell and Shannon Smith. Besides that I

really don't have too much to go on. I really have no idea where to go to try to help unravel my passed. I passed a police station on the way to the hospital, so I decide to drive there, with the hope that they can assist me. I have a bunch of emotions going through my head as I get out of my car and walk into the police station. Like what do I say and is it a really good idea talking to the police? I get really nervous walking into the police barracks where I feel a bit intimidated. I open the door and there's a police officer behind a counter that says, why are you here? In the most unwelcoming way. Well, I have a real convoluted story where I'm not really sure if my wife is who she says she is and I'm also not sure if I'm who I think I am. What are you

talking about? The middle-aged black man says to me, who gives off every indication that he's working desk duty because of an untoward event that happened in the line of duty. I'll try my best to summarize. I was driving with my wife and daughter yesterday to my daughter's dance recital. Wait, have a daughter? If you don't know who you are then is your daughter who she says she is. The police officer says to me in a condescending tone. Well, she knows she is Grace Smith and I know that her name is Grace Smith, who has been in the Sunnydale School District, at a minimum, since I had my stroke. So she is your daughter. Yes, I'm fairly certain. Whose name is listed on her birth certificate? Well, I don't know because there was a lot of things that went missing after we moved.

Where did you move from? I'm not really sure because of the first. I'm not really sure because of the move happened before my stroke. So how do you know you even moved? Because my wife said we did, but you're not even sure if she is who she says she is. So, how do you know you actually moved? You're right, I really don't know and up until yesterday. I really never doubted anything my wife, Shannon told me, what's your name? Mitchell Smith, I think. You know there's every kind of scum that walks through these doors from child abusers to men who rape old ladies, but I never had a guy come in here who doesn't know who he is. Do you have a driver's license?

Yes. Do you want to see it? Yes. I reluctantly hand over my driver's license because I have no idea what is going to happen. Well, the license says you're Mitchell Smith and it was issued in 2013. That's right, shortly after I had the stroke. Can you do a check on it to see if there's any other information? Yeah, give me a minute. The police officer puts my information into his computer and after a few minutes of me

nervously waiting, he says, well, there's nothing prior to 2013 associated with your driver's license listed in our system. How did you get this license card? I remember when I was in the hospital, my wife was working with the social worker to help me obtain the license. Why did you need a new license? Well, Shannon told me it got lost at work somewhere when I had the stroke. Where did you work? I think in a warehouse somewhere. Whatever. Are you on any medications? The police officer says in tone where he seems like he's fed up with me. No, I was able to stop taking my anti-hypertension drugs a couple years back. How about any psychiatric medications? No, I never thought I needed them but with everything that is going on, I wouldn't be against taking them. I sarcastically say without

any reaction from the police officer. It doesn't look like you're in any type of distress, so I would suggest going on ancestry.com or something. I can tell that he's trying to get rid of me, so I take my driver's license and give him a snide thank you. After leaving the police station, I have no idea how to unravel this mess. I hurry back home to ensure I get there when Grace's bus arrives. I have no idea if my wife will be there which makes me feel a great deal of angst. As I pull into my driveway, I don't see her car which actually saddens me because not only is she the person that I referred to as my wife, she is also probably the only person that can unlock my past as well as Grace's, who will always be my daughter no matter what I eventually find out.

Hi, Dad, is Mommy home? No, she's not, honey. When is she coming back? I really don't know, honey. Where did she go? I'm sorry, honey, I'm really not sure. I get a quick idea after hearing Grace ask about her whereabouts, her credit cards. That's it I'll see if she used any of her credit cards.

To be continued.