Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Nightmares Return and Shadows Lurk as Sam Joins His Friends on a Paranormal Journey Gone Wrong PART2 #14

Episode Date: August 10, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #paranormalhorror #shadowcreatures #terrifyingencounters #hauntedrealms #survivalinstincts  Trapped in a haunted realm where shadows move with malevolent intent, Sam’s group must confront their deepest fears and unravel the mystery behind the curse. As reality bends and trust erodes, survival becomes less likely with each passing hour. Will they make it out alive, or will the darkness claim them one by one?  #horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #scarystories #horrorstory #creepypasta #horrortales #paranormalhorror #supernaturalforces #trappedinthedark #shadowfigures #hauntedjourneycontinues #unspeakableterrors #fightforsurvival #fearintensifies #creepyencounters #ghostlyrealm #urbanlegendstrue #terrifyingtruths #friendsinperil #escapeordie

The floorboards creaked under his feet as he walked up towards the front door. This place has seen better days. Fred said, real shithole, Sam replied, knocking on the door. His knocking pushed the door open, a foul smell wafting out the narrow opening, past the group, and then it was gone as soon as it appeared. The hell. Henri exclaimed, I'm not sure about this. Alyssa said in a hushed tone, this whole thing was getting on their nerves,

Sam could feel his pulse starting to race. Fortifying his will he called in, Hello. Anyone home? Sam got a prickling sensation and a feeling like the whole house shuddered, taking a deep breath and shaking off old stiffness. Then a faint, creaking voice responded from inside. I've been expecting you, come on in. The group stood in silence for a breath, giving each other meaningful glances, Fred looking positively goofy with fright written all over his face. No use standing here all day, Sam said, wanting to get this over with. Let's go. He made his way inside, the others following. The interior looked positively ancient, but in good repair. A bit dusty, but nothing like the outside. They passed a few framed pictures hanging on a wall,

it was pictures of women in black and white and old style clothes. Something was off with them, Sam noted, not able to put his finger on it. The eyes. Alyssa said, coming up behind him, what? Sam said, their eyes. None of their eyes are showing. Henri responded, one woman was covering the top of her face with a fan, another one turned her head, facing away from the camera, a third woman was covering her eyes with her hand. Every single one, about a dozen photos of as many women, and not a single one captured their eyes. It was eerie as all hell. They say the eye is the window to the source. soul, and what is seen can never be unseen. The same creaky voice that greeted them earlier

came from somewhere inside the house. Henry's hand was cramped shut, shaking slightly, Fred was looking like he'd swallowed something that wasn't supposed to be swallowed. Alisa and Sam locked eyes, nodded slightly to each other, then entered the room where the voice came from, the other two following behind. The room was candlelit, a big wooden desk placed in the center. Behind it there was a woman seated. She's looking down at a piece of paper with big bold black lettering, her head and face obscured by some brownish robe she's wearing. Hey, um, I suppose you're the fortune teller I've been in contact with. I'm Alyssa.

Alyssa stammered out. Ah, yes. Nifty thing, the internet. I was getting lonely, the woman said in her eerie voice, a bit of humor creeping into her voice as she looked up. There was a stomp as someone slammed their foot into the floor. the fuck. A shocked Fred exclaimed. Sam had no idea what had caused this reaction since the paper on the desk occupied all his attention, the bold lettering of unintelligible text drawing him in.

It felt like mysteries he'd never even had the notion to ponder on would be revealed to him if I could read what was written there. Dragging his attention away from the paper he looked up and his heart almost stopped. Her eyes weren't there. Deformed skin occupied the area. where they should be, and coarse black string is sewn where her eyelids should be. In his shock the only thing Sam could think was why are her eyelids sewn shut when they're already grown together. The woman obviously noticed the group's unease as she flashed a quick

smile and apologized. Forgive me, it's been a while since I last had a visitor. That my visage would be shocking to you all slipped my mind, she said as she worked on her hood, and a piece of clothing fell down to cover the top of her face. An unfortunate price to pay for this power I have. If you aren't born with it, great power requires sacrifice. Greater the sacrifice, greater the power. But where's my manners? Have a seat, honored guests, she said, gesturing towards four heavy-set wooden chairs placed opposite her. Which was odd, since the entire room had seemed bare, except for the woman, the desk and chair she was sitting on. Suddenly the entire room was furnished, with a lit fireplace to the right of the group.

The paper was also gone from the desk, like it had never been there. What could a blind woman gleam from a piece of paper anyways? Sam thought, this entire situation feeling more and more like a dream each passing second. Calling this experience weird would be the understatement of the century, the fact none in the group bolted from the house, despite sensibilities learned from watching way too many horror movies at a way too young of an age, was an off sensation they all felt. This wasn't real, or at least it didn't feel real. The wooden flooring felt real enough under their feet, and the smell of burning logs wafting from the fireplace was real enough now that they had the presence of mind to notice it.

At the same time it was all off, like there's a window between their inner worlds and the outer. The woman was still gesturing towards the chairs placed in front of her. The group took a seat, Sam making a quick reality check of the chair, feeling it in his hands. It sure feels real. But why wouldn't it to begin with? He wondered. Welcome to my humble abode honored guests. It is information you seek, yes.

The woman asked, or stated, it was hard to tell with her manner of speaking. properly noticing her for the first time, apart from the horrific eyes, or lack thereof, Sam could see that she neither looked old, nor young, but rather ageless. She had some vitality about her, but also seemingly faded, and an aura of wisdom earned for many decades alive. Ehm, yes, Alyssa responded, I'm interested in mysteries, old wisdom, and spiritual things. My friends here needed convincing, she indicated to the rest of the group. but they agreed to humor me for a while and agreed to come with me to visit.

Also, you were a bit out of my price range so I needed someone to split the bill with. She finished, looking a bit sheepish. I never claimed I didn't believe in the supernatural, I was just skeptical of. This, Fred said, gesturing to the room as a whole, avoiding the woman in front of them. But now, I'm not so sure. Something is cooking here. He ended, giving the woman. a cautious look. Henri here doesn't believe in something unless it's peer-reviewed. Sam cut in,

pointing his thumb at him. He still hasn't told me why it is he hasn't floated out into space yet, gravity being a theory and all. The woman was smirking slightly, seemingly amused by something, as she shifted her head toward Sam, and he could swear she was looking straight at him, troughed the fabric and deformed skin, with eyeballs present or not. It's an interesting group you have here, but you haven't told me your opinion on all. This, she gestured with a hand towards herself and down towards the table where the strange paper had been. What was the writing anyways? Some sort of drawing, runic script or something different altogether. Sam wondered. Supernatural stuff. She finished. I've had unexplainable experiences happen to me.

I think most stuff have an explanation, however. It's easy to assume something supernatural. is going on when you're missing pieces of the puzzle. I'm open to the idea, though, it'd make life more. Interesting. Sam responded, the woman broke into a slight laughter at that. Interesting, yeah, that is certainly a word for it. She said, excuse me, Alyssa cut in, I couldn't help but notice, the pictures in the hallway. The eyes?

The woman interrupted, turning her head towards Alyssa. Um, yeah. The women in the picture. their eyes, are they like? Like mine? Yes, well, some of them. The sort of magic our sisterhood praces is makes our souls especially vulnerable to a certain type of magic targeting the soul. Our eyes are especially vulnerable. Weak spots you'd call it. This isn't some great secret I'm revealing, and we've grown quite good at covering for this weakness. As you all can probably. See, she finished with that same slight smirk on her lips.

So you're saying someone could use a photo of your eyes to attack you with? Magic? Henri asked, looking a bit pain to even ask the question. Well, yes. Direct line of sight is superior, but a photo would do if the mage meaning to harm us is powerful enough. As you've probably noticed, I don't have to worry about photos capturing my eyes. I choose to cover the top of my face for other reasons. Sam thought he understood why she didn't want to advertise the absolute state of her face,

he also felt a bit relieved knowing not all of those women in the photos had deformed themselves for. Power, was it? This is interesting in all, Fred chimed in, but it isn't what we're here for, right? He threw a look at Alyssa, filled with a bit of worry. Henri was sitting still as a rock, probably in the middle of a panic attack, ready to bolt any second. Fred had been bouncing his leg all the while, throwing around worried looks here and there, while Alyssa. She's been enrapped by the woman from the second they sat down, staring into the cloth covering the eyes of the woman, absorbing everything she said. Sam was thinking about how much any one of them would remember of this strange experience, his own memory was feeling a bit blurry about stuff.

that happened a minute ago. Alisa shook a bit like she came out of a trance and turned towards Fred to answer him. Right, she said, flashing a smile towards him. She turned back to the woman. I was thinking some sort of divination. Something you could say about us, to help us in the future, maybe. Your listing wasn't very clear about what you offered. Bah, that's trinkets for fools. The woman responded with a dismissive gesture. I'll offer you something good. I'll offer you sight. Sight.

Like your sight? Fred asked, looking uneasily at her face. She started laughing, an unhinged edge to her cackling. Nothing like my sight star. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't give it to you. Besides, you're not worthy. Not yet anyways asterisk. She finished, looking towards Alyssa.

The sight I'm offering allows you to pure. over the veil. You'll be able to detect spiritual beings and energies that are hidden from ordinary people. Despite the implausibility of it all, the strange feelings and experiences they've had since entering the house made it all seem real. What's it going to cost us? Sam asked, squinting his eyes at her, I doubt our measly dollars is enough for such a gift, you're correct. Perceptive boys, she said, looking pleased, your friend group isn't ordinary. I wouldn't offer this gift to anyone, I suspect each and every one of you have some ancestors, not too far back, that possessed great gifts. I sense the echo of them on you, you all radiate with

untapped potential. She seemed to lose focus for a second, drifting off, then she focused on the group again, the cost is a quest. I need you to get me an item, a fetch quest. Did our lives just turn into an RPG. Henri asked, RP. What? The woman asked, perplexed, never mind. Yes, fetch me the item and the price is paid. There's a catch, however. You'll need the gift in order to complete the quest.

So I'm going to need a guarantee, can't have you run off without getting me what I need, where would we run off to? We live here in this city Henri exclaimed, she didn't know that. Why not tell her our address? while you're at it. Fred said, imparting gifts can do strange things to some people, and there's little point in keeping secrets for me she explained, the fact that you're all high school students, or that you she looked at Alyssa, are taking care of your impaired mother, or that you should turn towards Fred, have an upcoming boxing tournament lastly turning

to Henri, and that you need an inhalator to breathe properly. These things, and many more are known to me. At this point nothing could shock the group, or so they thought. Things you value now might lose meaning once my gifts are imparted, so about that guarantee. She gestured towards the table, a paper there, like if it had always been there. Script Unintelligible I need you to sign this, how's our signature going to stop us from running off with this gift you keep talking about? Fred asked confused, I doubt a contract for imparting magical gifts are legally binding in a court Sam said, blood Alyssa said in a chilly tone confusion reigned among the rest of the group,

Very good the woman cooed, she wants. Us to sign with our blood Alyssa said without a hint of emotion, what the F. Fred looked Casey, no way Sam looked to the rest of the group, let's go, he said with a determined look. This craziness had gone on for long enough. Hearing this talk about blood sobered him up enough to realize it was time to get the hell out of there. Hold on the woman pleaded, this is an extraordinary opportunity. Once in a lifetime, even. That doesn't matter. We're not offering our blood to some eyeless witch. Fred roared, banging his hand onto the table. Pain shot up his arm, and he recoiled it. Crimson spreading over the table, some dribbling over the table, oops the woman said, unable to hide a slight smirk,

that's binding Fred had banged his hand right on top of a nail protruding from the table. The group looked incredulous, except Fred, who was furious. What kind of trickery is this? I didn't agree to anything. Calm down, child, you'll thank me later. As I said, it's binding. You'll receive the gift, and I expect you to complete the quest. If not, unpleasant things are going to start happening to you.

Samuel's hand shot out, grabbing the piece of paper. Quick as can be, he threw it into the fireplace. Suddenly Fred started screaming in agony, going to down to his knees, cradling his head with his hands. The woman sked and lifted her arm, and magically the contract was in her hand again. The screaming from Fred stopped, a relieved gasp escaping his lips. It's unlikely you'll be able to complete this quest alone. You'll get a proper death, however, a valiant one, fighting evil, you're the evil one Fred muttered, we sign and we all get to live. A resigned Sam asked, all four of you working together have a decent chance.

Fuck sake. I'm doing it. Guys. Sam looked towards Alyssa and Henri, don't give the bitch the satisfaction. I'll go at it alone. No, Fred Alyssa interjected, I got you guys into this. I'm responsible for putting you into this situation. I won't leave you hanging. Besides, I don't know how, but I'm certain she's telling the truth. You'll die alone, Fred, but together we have a chance. They all dribbled a bit of blood on the magical contract, thus signing it. The woman picked it up and then made it vanish into thin air. Now that that's over with, the gift is too parted. First I'll have to awaken your spirits, only then can I impart you with the sight. Your name Sam said, you never told us your name. Ah, yes. You can call me.

Cynthia, all right, Cynthia, let's get this over with. Sam said, eyes ablaze and voice full of steel. End of introduction.