Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Nightmares Return and Shadows Lurk as Sam Joins His Friends on a Paranormal Journey Gone Wrong PART4 #16

Episode Date: August 10, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #paranormalhorror #finalnightmare #shadowsofdeath #cursedadventure #terrorunleashed  In the shocking conclusion, Sam finds himself trapped in a reality where shadows hunt and sanity slips away. As the friends’ fates are sealed one by one, the true nature of the curse is revealed. Can Sam break free, or is he destined to join the darkness forever? The line between life and death blurs in this horrifying finale.  #horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #scarystories #horrorstory #creepypasta #horrortales #paranormalhorror #shadowcreatures #finalescape #darknessfalls #ultimatefear #hauntedrealm #terrorawaits #cursedending #friendshiplost #nightmareworld #deathiscoming #survivaltale #hauntedmemories #unspeakableevil

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No, snuffles, leave Mr. Miggles alone. The cat was attacking her pet bunny. Again. Poor Mr. Miggles had already lost his right eye, his left arm was hanging on by a threat. The bunny was absolutely filthy, as was the little girl chastising the cat. It was dark, damp and cold,

but that didn't bother her anymore. Not since she picked up the book. You don't need to be jealous of Mr. Miggles, snuggles. I have time for you both. The cat kept pawing and chewing on the, once white, bunny rabbit. Your cat needs to hunt to grow strong, so it can protect you and itself. You can't stay here. The book in her lap said, it was a weathered leather tome, filled with strange letters and even stranger symbols, and the occasional, horrible, picture. She only looked in it once, and refuses to open it anymore. I already told you, I won't let snuggles hunt people.

Or rabbits. Or even rats, they're cute. The girl responded, considering the subject closed. There's change coming, the book said, I can feel it in the earth. Things are about to get interesting, and interesting times are bad if you are in the business of being alive. Not that death is necessarily the end. The girl looked over it. at Snuggles, the once brown and black spotted cat, now bone white. Not so strange, considering it's now a skeleton. You cheated me. She told the book, Pouting, you said you could bring Snuggles back, but he's different, he's not cuddly anymore. He's all bony and just want to kill things. Not insects like before, but things larger than

him. The eerie shambling body standing around the entrance to her cave, and outside in the hallway, leading out to the maze of tunnels, attested to that. How long had she been down here? Days. Weeks maybe. Hard to keep track. The book said she doesn't need as much food anymore, and the water dripping down the wall won't make her sick.

Not anymore at least. But she's starting to get really hungry. I said you'd be able to bring the cat back. I didn't say in what state. The limit here is your abilities. The book responded, peeped at the notion of it being a cheat in any way. Bringing something back to life is practically unheard of in this world. At least nowadays.

When was the last time? 500 years ago. You should be happy with this. With more practice you could raise more life-like undead. And practice means hunting. Also, you need to eat and bathe. The girl usually hated bathing, but right about now that sounded wonderful.

She was caked and both dried and wet mud, her clothes ripped and she imagined her hair was a mess. She was afraid to check, or even to feel it. I do need to eat, but snuffles. She said, throwing a worried look at the cat. When the book imprinted on her mind, after picking it up, she'd learned how to raise the dead. After raising her cat she'd felt a connection to it,

able to gather vague impressions from what it saw and heard, theoretically she could control it, but it was hard. Pitting her weak will against the undead cats was like trying to push a large boulder uphill. One slip and it was gone. When both her and the cat sensed people entering the cave, she could feel the cat's bloodlust. She tried to stop it, first with her mind, then with her body when her mind failed. The cat was way stronger than it had any right to be, tearing free from her grasp, leaving her bloodied as it rushed towards those poor people. When she saw the bodies she was horrified. Strangle how quickly the horror wears off. It happened two more times, those times it was lone strangers, one didn't even enter the tunnel system. The cat jumped out and snatched the poor man

as he was orienting himself outside the entrance, the cat looking more like a cougar than the house cat it had been. Now that she thought about it, the cat did seem larger than it was. You can order the cat to stay in the caves, I'll teach you a spell to make sure people keep away from these tunnels, so more innocents don't get hurt. The book said, feeling the girls despair through their bond. All right, snuffles, you stay here. She told the cat, looking mightily stern. She could feel affirmation from the cat through their bond. Bring the zombies, it'd be a shame if you became some cougar's dinner and I'd have to spend another millennia lying on the ground.

The book grumbled Do I have to? She didn't like looking at them The creepiness of the Walking Dead had worn off But the guilty feeling She got from looking at them hadn't Yes, bring at least two of them That should be enough

Okay There's so much rugby on sports extra from Sky They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end Here goes This winter sports extra is jam-packed with rugby For the first time we've been every Champions Cup match exclusively live Plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup

And much more. Thus the URC and all the best European rugby all in the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jam packed with rugby. Phew, that is a lot of rugby. Get Sports Extra on Sky for 15 euro a month for 12 months. Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only.

Standard Pressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. Kalini, did you know if your age between 25 and 65? Well, you can get a free HPV cervical check. It's one of the best ways to protect yourself from cervical cancer. what? I actually checked only recently when mine was due and no exaggeration it took me less than five minutes. You go online to hsse.com. But in your PPS number, check in the date of birth. And then they tell you when your next appointment is due. Oh my God. I know. And you can check her on the register on the website so you can phone [phone]. If your test is due today, you can book it

today or hccc.i.e. forward slash cervical check. She mumbled as she mentally ordered the two zombies standing in the hallway to follow her, leaving the other three and the cat in the cave. She looked back at snuffles, Mr. Miggles' head now inside his mouth. Caitlin had a bad feeling. That's wicked, Fred said as Sam was playing with his new ability. He was able to conjure shadows in his hands and move them around, floaty tendrils of darkness. Trying to actually shape the shadows left him feeling dizzy. Henri, you're bleeding from your lip.

You must have bidded inside the house. Alyssa said, looking over at him. She placed a finger over the mark, and a warm, faint light started emitting from her finger, lightly orange. When she removed it the mark was gone, the only reminder of it was a bit of blood. Sam and Frank both looked mightily impressed. Henri felt at his lip, and made a deduction. All right, assassin, he said looking at Sam, healer, obviously, looking at Alyssa, I'd bet my right arm your some sort of warrior, offensive or tank. He said looking at Fred, that would make me. Some sort of spellcaster. I can feel the birds and insects around us, I'm aware of them without

seeing or hearing them. A druid may be. Why am I an assassin? Seems a bit shadowphobic to imply I lurk and murder people because of my power. Sam grumbled, why would I be a warrior? Fred asked earnestly, and what's with these archetypes? This is reality, not some story or game. Alyssa said, you're easy. Henri said, turning to Fred. You're a physical specimen, and you herald from some ancient bloodline of royal knights. Turning to Alyssa, he said, what's the point of all those stories, if not to prepare

us for this very moment? Magic is real. Dragons are real. Heck, talking books are real. And nothing we've learned so far seem to contradict those. stereotypes we've grown up with. Maybe they exist and are so widely spread because there's actual truth in them. The group was left stunned for a while as they considered Henri's words. All right, Henry's nerd knowledge hasn't let us down before, I don't see why it would start

to now. Sam said, he turned towards Alyssa. How did you do the healing? My shadows are instinctual, it's like a part of me that I haven T used in ages. I could see that Henri was hurt, clearly, like it stood out. The rest is like you said, instinct. Like using a body part, only a body part one haven't moved for a decade. I wonder what I'll be able to do, Fred said, forming a fist and looking down at it. It'll come to you, for now we have a quest to be done with. I'd like to be done with that which as soon as possible. Sam said, got that right. Henri agreed. They kept walking from the house, towards the woods that would eventually lead to the cave entrance. It was past midday. Caitlin was sitting outside the cave entrance in a clearing, the trees surrounding the clearing

deathly still. No birds chirping, not even insects buzzing. She didn't mind. She was eating the assorted berries and herbs that the book, he wanted to be called Vox, had said would be good for her to eat. It was surprisingly filling. Her need to eat was subdued, maybe that was it? She wondered. Suddenly the air started to feel heavy. What's that feeling? It's harder to breathe. Caitlin asked Vox. Something approaches. People. Not regular people. The book started to sound frantic. Slight Russell could be heard as the group of people approached, scattered sentences. They're powerful. This is no coincidence. They're after me. And they'll kill the cat. Dead things are frowned upon.

Run girl. Run. Asterisk asterisk no. Not snuffles. Caitlin yelled shrilly. He hasn't done them anything. Why are they so mean? Inside the cave, now.

The girl stood up, picking up the book and started to run. Just as she did, the group, four people, one girl and three boys, entered the clearing. They seemed surprised. Stay away. It's not safe. And I won't let you hurt snuffles. The girl screamed as she ran towards the cave, passing by the two zombies taking cover in the shade of the entrance. Wait. Come back. A female voice yelled after her, but Caitlin couldn't hear it over her footsteps and frantic breathing. Leave them, they'll buy us some time. The book said, talking about the two undead. Caitlin ran as fast as her little legs could carry her, which was a bit faster than she

was capable of before. The group stared, stunned, at the entrance. Was that? Fred began, a filthy little girl running for her life? Yes. Alisa finished. Was she carrying? Sam began, a creepy old book. Yes. Henri finished. What's this ominous feeling in the air? It's coming from the cave. Can't be the girl, it's too. Old and dark. Sam said, the book has her. Alyssa said, she carried it in her hands, it must have corrupted her.

We need to save her. She yelled, a tinge of desperation in her voice. Be careful, we don't know what we'll encounter in there. Henri said. As the group approached the entrance, something dark reached out and smacked Fred Wright. in the head as he was leading the charge inside. The power of the strike sent him flying back, his head smacking against the packed floor of the clearing, echoing between the trees. Darkness gathered around Sam's eyes, and he could see them. Two, not quite, people,

flanking the entrance. Get back. He yelled to Alyssa and Henri, as he started pulling Fred backwards. Their first fight for life or death had begun.