Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - My Wife’s Credit Card Trail Unlocked Memories That Revealed I’m a Wanted Criminal Nurse PART4 #42

Episode Date: September 3, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #darksecrets #psychologicalhorror #dangeroustruth #criminalpast #maritalterror  The nightmare deepens in Part 4. With memories flooding back, I scramble to piece together the horrific acts I committed—while avoiding the shadowy figures hunting me down. My wife’s role becomes murkier; is she protector, accomplice, or something far worse? As trust shatters and paranoia grows, the line between who I am and who I was blurs completely. Every step forward feels like a step deeper into a trap. The truth is no longer just terrifying—it’s deadly.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, memoryfragmentation, maritalsecrets, psychologicalthriller, dangerouspast, fugitivehunt, trustbetrayed, creepingparanoia, darkmarriage, hiddentruths, criminalidentity, mindgames, twistedreality, darkconfession, chasingtruth

Grace and I have been driving on I-95 north up to Bangor, Maine, for the last four hours, hopefully to meet my wife at the Hotel Bixby in the middle of nowhere. Dad, why do we have to drive eight hours to see Mom? Honey, I'm not really sure, but there is something I probably should tell you, about me and your mother. What? Grace says with intrigue and skepticism. Well, for me, I had a stroke, some years back when you were a little girl, so my memory is really skewed to the point where I don't remember when you were born or when me and mommy got married.

Dad, that's really not a surprise to me. You and mom have been talking about your hospitalization and your brain injury for years. You're right, honey, we have, but the only thing is I'm not really sure that I'm really Mitch. Dad, everyone we know calls you Mitch, even Mommy, who sometimes calls you Mitchell. I know they do, honey, because after I came home from the hospital, we moved into a new area and I assumed the identity of Mitch. You can just do that as an adult. Do what, honey, pick a new name when you get older. What was your old name? Well, yes, you can go by a new name, if you do it legally and pay money, but I don't think that was done in my situation. I rather not tell you my real name right now. I'm confused. You didn't change your name the way you are supposed to.

What is your old name scary or something? Yes, you can say my old name is scary, is if Frankenstein or something. Well, not that kind of scary, but it is scary. Come on, Dad, just tell me. When you get older, I will. Also, honey, I'm not sure if mommy's name is really Shannon. Is her real name scary too? Yes, her old name, I think is scary too, but I'm not 100% sure. You're not sure if you know mommy's real name or even your real name. Basically, yes, and if the real names are who I think they are, then they're scary. How long did you know this? Whether if I'm really Mitchell Yesterday, and whether if your mother is really Shannon, well that was when we drove to your dance competition. Are you talking about the guy who changed our tire, who was calling mommy, Kimberly?

I didn't realize that you heard that. Yes, I did and even if Kimberly is mom's real name, then that's not scary. Well, you're right, honey, the name Kimberly really isn't scary. So what did you mean then? Nothing, honey. Dad, you better tell me or I'll make a TikTok video about the weird riddle you just told me. Grace, the only thing that I'm mostly certain about right now is that you can never tell anyone what I just told you. Then you better tell me something, right now. Okay, do you remember that old VHS tape I got at the flea market?

Of that, Children of the Corn movie? Yes, and just by looking at the tape itself, nothing really seemed scary, right? The tape just had someone's handwriting with the name of the movie on it. Exactly, so say that video with just the name written on it was Mommy and Me. Then when we played the tape, then it got really scary. Yes, I couldn't watch more than a few minutes. That's right. Now let's say that I had erased that movie, so when you put the movie in the VHS player after being erased, there was nothing but a gray screen.

Okay, so, that's me. You were once scary and now you're not. I think so. Did that also happen with Mommy? I'm pretty sure Mommy is like that old VHS tape as well. That got erased. I'm not sure. Why?

Because she didn't hurt her head. That's a good conclusion. Dad, I'm confused. I know, honey, so am I. Does that mean you or mom might hurt me? Honey, I would never harm you. Then, what about mom? She has never hurt you in the past. Has she? I don't think so. Neither, do I. Does that mean that you and Mommy have hurt other people? I don't remember ever hurting anyone, because you're like the VHS tape that got erased, but Mommy's VHS tape didn't get erased. It sounds like you did a good job of understanding my analogy. Thanks, Dad, but I'm really confused. So am I, honey. I continue to drive on I, 95, where I would look at Grace in the rearview mirror and see nothing more than a look of confusion on her face, however, I don't think she realizes that what I told her is just the tip of the iceberg, where me and her mother are probably not her real parents. But if Grace thought about what I told her long enough, then she would probably come to that question or conclusion. As far as right now, I'm just hoping that she doesn't ask me that question of of who's her real parents. We finally get to Bangor, where Grace has been sleeping for the past couple of hours. I see my wife's car parked in the parking lot of the Hotel Bixby. There's only a few cars parked in the parking lot, so I assume her room is the one with the light on in front of her car. Honey, it's time to wake up. Grace looks really groggy and says, Dad, where are we, with a confused look on her face? Where at the hotel, where your mother is staying? We both are you. We both are in the

Both get out of the car and walk towards the hotel room together. I have a million thoughts and emotions going through my mind, as I have no idea what will await us on the other side of the hotel door. I take a deep breath and knock on the door. Shannon answers the door. Baby, I missed you so much. Shannon says as she answers the door and gives Grace a hug. I'm looking at my wife differently now, since I've learned that she's probably been impersonating

my original wife, Shannon, however, I don't think I was ever married to a Shannon. Regardless, I look at my wife as I looked at a rerun of Bill Cosby, the other day, on the Bill Cosby show, where like Bill Cosby, that wholesome image of my wife is no longer there. After looking at Shannon, I look around the room and I see a handgun on the nightstand between the two twin beds. I'm already wound up not knowing what to expect and after seeing the gun, just makes me ten times more nervous. I'm not sure if I should make a mad dash for the gun or not, and ultimately I decide not to. After, Grace and her mother exchange pleasantries, the two of them sit down on one of the beds, where Grace sits the closest to the gun. I think Grace was so overwhelmed with

seeing her mother that she doesn't even notice a gun is within two feet of her. I sit on the adjacent bed, where I'm continuing to survey the scene. To me, it looks like Shannon Stills has some type of maternal instinct towards grace. Mom, dad told me something really strange in the car when we were driving here. What's that grace? What did your father tell you? Shannon responds. He said that you're really not Shannon and he's really not Mitchell. I'm sorry to tell you this honey, but he's right. So who are you, mom? And whose dad? When I was a little girl, many people did bad things to me and I never learned to cope with stress in an appropriate manner, so when I got older I turned to using drugs and alcohol to try to make my bad memories go away. I didn't go to college

and the only jobs I could get was working at fast food places, which didn't last long, because I was always hung over on the job. So, I decided to work in daycare with little kids. How did that job go? Part of me said that I should never work with little kids and I should have listened to that part of me. So, what happened? One day when I was working at the daycare, I wasn't in the right state of mind and I saw those little kids as being me when I was a little girl. What did you do? Baby, I hurt those little kids and I feel so awful that I did that. Grace does nothing more than look completely shocked. She really has no idea how to respond. Shannon who just confessed to being Kimberly looked like she was about to cry, but sucked it up and maintains a stoic look on her face.

Grace, with very little emotion, asks, what about dad? Well, honey, I didn't want to spend the rest of my life in some mental institution or some prison, so I escaped and ran away, but before I ran away, I visited this woman, who I used to buy illegal drugs from. When I went into the woman's house, she was passed out from doing too much drugs and I saw you walking around the house crying, so on a whim I took you. Why did you take me? Because, I thought by taking you, I would stop taking drugs and drinking alcohol, which actually did work, where when I assumed the role of being your mother, I stopped drinking and doing drugs. So, you're not. You're not. You're not. You're my real mom. No, you're kind of adopted. How about Dad? I took you and put you in the car and I

drove and drove as far as I could. When we got to this really remote area in West Virginia, I saw that this car had collided with a telephone pole. When I inspected the car further, I saw that your father was unconscious behind the wheel. Did you call 911? Grace asked. I didn't, honey, because I didn't want to get turned into the police and when I inspected your father's car further, I saw that there was a newspaper clipping that read, Josiah Smith is still on the run, and when I checked your father's wallet, I saw that his name was Josiah Smith. So, what did you do? I dragged him into our car and I drove very far away to where we live now and brought him to the hospital. What did you tell the people at the hospital?

I told them that your father was zoning out at work and he banged his head, which the hospital's doctors wrongly diagnosed him as having a stroke, but truthfully, telling them that your father had zoned out already put the idea in their heads that he must have had a stroke. He just had a head injury from the car accident that mirrored a stroke on a MRI, where he probably intentionally harmed himself by driving into the telephone pole. What did the newspaper in Dad's car say that he did? Your father did bad things to older people. So you did bad things to kids and Dad did bad things to older people. Correct. Grace has a really horrified look on her face like both me and, her mother are ghosts. I want you to pick up that gun, Grace. Shannon, I mean Kimberly,

I try to interject. Grace picks up the gun. Honey, I want you to shoot me and dad, if you want to. I'm left completely tongue-tied, where I'm not sure if killing me and Kimberly is the wrong thing to do. Grace looks at me and Kimberly with a poker face, where I can't really read what she's thinking, but as her assumed father, I feel really bad for her, knowing that she just found out that we're not her real parents and that we are both nothing more than psychotic degenerates. My mind braces itself that I might get shot, where the tension is becoming really overwhelming with watching Grace with the gun in her hand. Knock, knock, I hear at the door. Housekeeping, I have the extra towels that you requested, a female voice says. Kimberly and I look at each other not knowing what to say.

Come in. Grace unexpectedly says, the female housekeeper comes into the room. and looks absolutely startled as she sees Grace holding a gun. What's going on? Are you all right? The housekeeper asks Grace. Grace, without hesitation, points the gun at the housekeeper and shoots her in the head. Oh my God! I yell out loud. Now, unlike you, Mom and Dad, I rush towards the housekeeper and see that she's dead. What do we do? I frantically say. Kimberly looks over. at Grace and says, how do you like the name Mary? I'm okay with that name, but I always like the name Ariel. Kimberly looks over at Grace and says, fine, Ariel it is and now I'm Mary. How about you, Mitchell? I guess I always liked the name Ivan. I say while nervously shaking. I don't know about

that, it sounds too ethnic, my wife responds. We can discuss it more in the car. Come on mom and dad, let's get out of here. The end.