Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Naked Chaos, Stolen Clothes, and a Dying Man A Wild Night at the Mountain Rave Lodge #2

Episode Date: September 8, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales  #mountainrave #partyhorrorstories #chaoticnight #dyingmanmystery #truestoryvibes  "Naked Chaos, Stolen Clothes, and a Dying Man" takes readers on a chaotic rollercoaster set in a remote mountain rave lodge. What begins as wild partying turns disturbing when clothes vanish, secrets surface, and a man is found barely clinging to life. This unsettling tale blends suspense, paranoia, and real danger, showing how fast a good time can spiral into a living nightmare.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, mountainparty, ravehorrorstories, wildnightgonewrong, trueeventvibes, neardeathstory, chaosinthewoods, bizarreencounters, mysterythriller, drugsanddanger, unexpectedtwist, unsettlingtale, survivalhorror, psychologicalpanic, urbanlegendfeel

So about 10 years ago, I used to rave a lot. I'm talking every single weekend I went out to a rave with a group of friends and my GF, now wife. We would get high as fuck on your typical malange of party drugs and, well, party. On this specific night, we were invited to a rave out in the mountains at a nudist lodge. It was your typical underground-style rave, DJs brought big speakers from home, people set up pop-ups to sell their random hippie artwork and other knick-knacks, etc. Normal forest hippie shit. At this lodge, there were a few areas designated for certain activities.

There was the main lodge at the bottom of the hill where the actual rave was happening, there was a camping area where a ton of people had tents set up and were listening to personal speakers, messing around, doing drugs and whatnot. Just next to the camping area was a fucking swimming pool and jacuzzi. This is where our tale begins. After we had been partying for several hours, it was about 2 a.m. We were settling down in the camping area, which was adjacent to the jacuzzi-slash-pool where several people were butt-ass-naked screwing around. All of a sudden, some guys run by carrying a limp, nude body from the jacuzzi.

A bunch of people were yelling about how the guy overdosed and was going to the hospital. My friends and I lament the tragedy and begin talking about the indifference. inherent dangers of a lifestyle so intertwined with substance abuse. Amidst our mundane but no doubt seemingly to us philosophical discourse, a woman comes around asking about dying man's clothing. She proceeds to grab a pair of pants and shirt off the rail next to the jacuzzi and disappears down the hill into the blackest treeling you have ever seen. See, there were no lights around the camping area, and this was far out into the woods.

A friend of mine remarks that there were at least seven people naked in that jacuzzi. Pussy. Odds are, those were not dying man's clothing. What a logical thought, all but lost in the haze of drugs, tits, dicks and pussies running around our very modest and fully clothed group. Minutes later, a nude man runs up and exclaims that someone took his clothing, which had his phone and wallet inside. I told him, the woman who works here thought they were the Odine guys and she took M.

Fuck! He always does this, said the nude and irate general. I get my most reasonable friend, a six-foot-five giant of a man, and we go to the irate nudist and assure him that we will get his clothing back. My friend and I venture forth into the woods down these winding log-made stairs that lead through a bunch of yurts that I presumed belonged to the residence of this lodge. A very drunk guy was walking up the same stairs, and I asked if he was okay. He said he was insanely drunk and that he had a set to do at the lodge house.

I told him, dude, you are fucked. Drink some water, eat something, and go sleep until your set starts. He thanked me and proceeded to the tents. Many of the yurts had small amounts of light shining through the cracks, so they were undoubtedly inhabited. My friend and I asked several people on the way down if they had seen the woman with the clothing, and some pointed us in the direction of the main lodge. Before we entered the lodge house, an old friend of mine who I hadn't seen in years stopped us,

offered to sell me some LSD, which I gladly obliged. While the handoff was occurring, another man comes between us, yells something unintelligible to my friend, I tell him to fuck off, and he flies into a rage only possible for a specimen of Homo sapien that has lost all logic and reasonability. My LSD friend tells me that that's his friend, and that he has problems, and that he kind of feels bad because that Neanderthal is their ride. I apologize to both of them, Neanderthal still scream.

screaming at everyone. My giant friend and I walk away, but tuck ourselves behind a bamboo separation just in case something pops off and we need to break it up, and we listen. The Neanderthal is in a screaming match with his presumably girlfriend. She screams that he always does this, and that he needs to stop acting like an asshole all the time. Then, he explodes and says, I'm fucked up because of this brain injury. Your ex put seven staples in my head, and guess where he is now. He's fucking dead. This is the point where my friend and I decide, this is no longer our business, and that Neanderthal may have indeed killed a man, and that we still have clothing to rescue. We proceed through the lodge house, through naked ravers, male and

female, and we see on the other side of the lodge house, the woman. We scrambled up to her and inquired after the clothing, explaining that they belonged to another person at the pool area, and that we had gone off to find them. She unfortunately had already clothed Dying Man, and those items of clothing were in an ambulance, long gone, along with Dying Man. Dejected after a failed quest, my friend, and I returned to tell the nudist that he was shit out of luck. He was pissed, we were exhausted, and we had to drive home in three hours. We retired to our respective tents and the rest is basically history. We never found out what happened to Dying Man, or his nudist friend. We That morning, drunk DJ was still half drunk and yelling that he missed his set because his girlfriend didn't wake him up.

What an idiot. The end.