Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Real Encounters With Demonic Figures, Smiling Shadows, and Unknown Creatures at Night PART4 #56

Episode Date: September 24, 2025

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After a few tense moments, the two guys rushed back inside and made straight for the front door. I heard the lock click, the door creak open, and then they were gone. I counted maybe five seconds, tops, before the sharp, unmistakable wail of a police siren sliced through the night air, speeding right past the front of our house. Turns out my next door neighbor, good old Mrs. Riley, had spotted the pair snooping around outside my window earlier. She didn't waste a second dialing the cops when she noticed them messing with the latch from the outside. As it would later turn out, the intruders weren't hardened criminals or anything, they were just teenagers, one 18 and the other 19, looking

for some cheap thrill or easy loot. My dad got home not long after the police took statements. He was furious but mostly just relieved I was okay. We packed up a few things and spent the night at my aunt's house across town. For the next few days, I was a nervous wreck. Every creak in the floor, every rustle of wind, made my heart jump. I couldn't shake the anxiety of it all. I didn't want to be alone. I kept replaying everything in my head, what if I had sneezed? What if I had dropped something and made a noise? What if they had found me? Looking back now, those two kids probably would have taken off running if they had discovered me hiding there. They didn't even have weapons. But when you're 11 and in a dark closet, feeling like your heart might beat its

way out of your chest, those rational thoughts don't mean much. That night haunted me. I never imagined that our peaceful little cul-de-sac, surrounded by tidy houses and trimmed hedges, could feel so violated. It shattered my sense of security. Funny enough, though I hated the noise and bustle of my mom's apartment in the city, it suddenly didn't seem so bad. At least there were always people around. A while later, about a year after that break-in, I had an entirely different kind of experience, something more bizarre than terrifying. Me and three of my friends were out walking along the cliffs near Mouvel, Northern Ireland. It was a crisp spring afternoon, and we were half arguing about whether Connor McGregor could win a rematch against Khabib.

stupid debates like that passed the time. That day, we weren't in any rush to be anywhere. We'd gotten ourselves banned from our usual pub the night before, something to do with a karaoke machine, a broken mic stand, and someone's Guinness ending up on the ceiling. So, we were aimless, wandering. At some point, one of us spotted a row of power lines trailing away from the road and disappearing up into a dense stretch of trees.

If we'd had a plan that day, maybe we wouldn't have cared. But curiosity got the better of us, so we decided to follow them. The area we were heading into was rugged. No pavement, just two tracks in the grass from what must have been a vehicle at some point. We followed those for a while, half keeping an eye on the lines, half just talking nonsense. Eventually, the tracks faded out. The power lines didn't. They drooped awkwardly, kind of tangled in tree limbs, which was weird.

They weren't cut or damaged, just strangely placed, like someone had routed them through the trees by hand. My buddy Sean pushed forward and called out a minute later. He'd found something. When we caught up, we saw a tall wire fence surrounding a small clearing, and in the middle of that clearing was an old stone house. Two stories tall, it looked like it had been plucked out of time. We walked the perimeter of the fence until we found the gate, which was inexplicably hanging wide open. No signs.

No warnings. No locks. No sense of ownership. And so, like idiots in a horror movie, we went right in. The front door was open, too. I hesitated, standing on the threshold. My friends didn't. They split up like it was a game of hide and seek.

I turned to close the door behind me and noticed something that gave me pause, for heavy deadbolts lined the inside of the frame. Whoever lived here was serious about keeping things out, or in. It was starting to feel wrong. Not scary, not yet. Just off. In the kitchen, Aeman found one of those metal detector wands like TSA agents use at airports. On a workbench near the back of the house, Sean spotted two backup generators. Despite that, it was clear the house had been without power for some time. The air was stale, cold, filled with the smell of damp wood and mildew. It was like the forest had crept in and made itself comfortable. I joked, nervously, that...

There's so much rugby on Sports Exter 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-backed with rugby. For the first time we've got every Champions Cup match exclusively live. Plus action from the URC. and much more. That's 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.

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You go online to hse.combe, put in your PPS number, shake in the date of birth, and then they tell you when your next appointment is due. Oh my gosh, that's unreal. And you can check her on the register on the website

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My gut told me this wasn't military. It was personal. Like a doomsday prepper had set up shop and then vanished. The others wanted to check the upstairs, and I reluctantly followed. The second floor was mostly one big room. There was a narrow cot shoved in one corner and a massive table dominating the center. A flat-screen TV was mounted to one wall, probably hooked to the security cameras we'd seen outside. While everyone else was rifling through drawers and flipping through old notebooks, Amon started

trying to unmount the TV. He actually said, you think I could carry this back. I rolled my eyes. I wasn't laughing anymore. I was about to head downstairs when I saw something that chilled me. Halfway down the carpeted staircase, black marks streaked across the fabric. Not just smudges, ash. Burn marks. and they hadn't been there when we came up. I said, out loud, whoa, wait, how. And then the smell hit me. Acrid. Burning cloth. It clung to my nostrils, stumbed my throat. I coughed, backed away from the stairs. My heart was doing backflips in my chest. Still trying to stay calm, I rushed down the steps, keeping to the side, one hand grazing the wall. I pulled. I

pushed out the front door and took a deep breath of fresh air. The others followed, looking confused and muttering about the sudden stink. Did anyone track something in? I asked, already knowing the answer. None of us had. None of us had only gone halfway up either. And those marks? They weren't random.

They looked like they'd been made by feet. Someone, someone else, had been in that house. We didn't speak much as we hustled back toward the coast. About halfway there, a guttural roar echoed through the trees behind us. It didn't sound like an animal. It sounded angry. Human, maybe, but primal. We broke into a jog.

I was done. But a few days later, Sean and Eamon went back. They came back pale, shaken. They said they found a burned patch of Earth right out. outside the house's front entrance. Buried under the soil. A full Ouija board, scorched black. I told another friend about it over beers one night.

He'd grown up in the area and claimed there were rumors, stories about people out in those woods who practiced things. Dark things. Ancient beliefs, demonic rituals, that kind of stuff. He said they were known to be territorial and violent. Whether that's true or not, I don't know. But I believe we were lucky. Stupid, but lucky.

Switching gears completely, because apparently my life is just a horror anthology, I used to work at Bush Gardens in Williamsburg, Virginia. Specifically, during the Halloween season. The park ran this massive event called Hallow Scream every year. The whole park would transform into one big haunted maze with different themed attractions, vampires, zombies, killer clowns, you name it. I worked the tech team at one of the houses called Fear Fair. It was set up like a creepy carnival with twisted rides and creepy performers lurking around every corner.

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