Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Real Encounters With Demonic Figures, Smiling Shadows, and Unknown Creatures at Night PART8 #60

Episode Date: September 25, 2025

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I pulled myself together eventually and graduated with the class of 2010. Whether George would have actually gone through with what he hinted at, well, I'll never know. But one thing I can say for sure, I'll never forget the dead serious chill in his voice during art class when he said, you'll see. Everyone will. It still makes the hairs on my arms stand up just thinking about it. Anyway, life went on, as it always does. That summer, I had this friend who lived out.

on this massive 40-acre stretch of thick-ass forest near Marshall. Total Wilderness Vibes No neighbors, no noise, just trees and terrain that went from mossy wetlands to steep ridges, like Mother Nature couldn't decide what biome it wanted to be. As soon as the weather turned warm and the snow melted away, we started assembling our regular paintball crew, six dudes, three versus three, every weekend like clockwork. Now, I swear, there's no better place to play paintball.

than that property. It wasn't just the space, it was ours. No chance of running into some pissed-off landowner or hiking family calling the cops. We'd hop on dirt bikes or quads and drive out until our tanks were half empty, then hiked deeper into the woods. The farther we went, the wilder the terrain got. It was like discovering a new game map every time. So this one afternoon, We made it deep into the property, way past any section we'd played in before. We parked the bikes, loaded our gear, and drew lots for teams. The theme that day. Marvel versus DC villains.

Yeah, we took it seriously. I called dibs on Magneto. We had Joker, Thanos, Bain, Green Goblin, you get the idea. I found this sick little bluff that looked perfect for an Overwatch point. It was hidden, gave me solid visibility, and had a natural dip behind some brush where I could hide and mess with my gear. I sat down for a minute, adjusted my boots, and tried to get comfortable. And then, I heard something, like, crying, loud, messy, heartbreaking sobs. Not the whimpery kind you get from stepping on a Lego, I'm talking full-grown man grief.

It came from behind me, toward the south, just off the trip. trail we came in on. At first, I thought maybe one of the guys twisted an ankle or caught a rock to the face or something. But the more I listened, the weirder it got. The voice wasn't anyone I recognized. It was too deep, too, adult. So I sat there for a second, debating. The smart thing would have been to radio the others or just ignore it. But curiosity has a way of making you do dumb stuff, right? I mean, we were on private property, deep in the woods, no one should have been out there. What if the guy was hurt?

What if he was lost? So I quietly got up and started walking toward the noise. About halfway there, I ran into one of my teammates, he was coming from another direction, his paintball marker held up like he expected trouble. He'd heard the same thing. We exchanged a look, shrugged, and kept going together. It felt like something out of a horror movie, the tension, the mystery, the two dumbass walking into danger without backup. Soon, we saw it. An old brick house, crumbling and half swallowed by the

forest. It looked like it hadn't been touched since the damn civil war. Broken windows, overgrown vines creeping up the walls, roof half caved in. But someone was definitely inside. The sobbing was coming from one of the upstairs windows. although by then it had quieted to more of a low moan. We hesitated. Our friend who owned the property wasn't with us that day, or we might have backed off and let him deal with it. But without thinking too hard, we decided to check it out.

Maybe we thought we could help. Maybe we were just bored kids chasing drama. The front door was hanging open like a broken jaw. We crept inside, careful not to make a sound. The place smelled awful. a mix of mold, body odor, and stale weed. There was garbage everywhere. Beer cans. Burnt out candles. And on one of the interior walls, someone had spray painted in red, stay here. Real welcoming, right? We got to the foot of the stairs, hearts pounding.

My buddy turned to me and mouthed, you want to say something. I nodded. I called out, hey, are you okay up there? Huge mistake. Immediately, there was this wild roar from upstairs. Like we'd just woken up a rabid bear. Heavy footsteps thundered across the floor above us, heading straight for the staircase. We didn't wait around. We bolted, out the door, off the porch, and back into the trees, stumbling over roots and gasping for air. The guy followed us to the front door, stopped and just stared into the daylight, squinting like a vampire. His clothes looked like a scarecrow exploded, layers of filthy jackets, pants barely held up, and this nasty, scraggly beard glued to a gaunt, sweating face. He didn't say anything else, just turned around and shuffled back inside. We stayed

hidden in the woods for a while, making sure he wasn't chasing us. Eventually, we circled back to our bikes. When we got there, the other half of our group was already waiting, and they were freaked out. Turns out they'd run into two other guys, also rough-looking and drunk off their asses. One of them came charging, screaming incoherently. Our friends had to unload their paintball guns just to make them back off. Once we got everyone together and confirmed no one was missing or hurt, we didn't mess around. We jumped on the bikes, floored it back to the main house. We and called the cops. Twenty minutes later, a patrol car rolled up.

The officer listened to our story and called for backup. They didn't head out into the woods right away, waited until they had a proper search team. Eventually, a small group of officers and a helicopter went out. By nightfall, they had the whole place locked down. They discovered at least four men living in that crumbling house. All of them homeless, all of them clearly dealing. with some kind of substance problem. One had died overnight, likely from an overdose. Two others had gone out looking for a car to move the body, maybe planning to bury him somewhere in the woods.

The fourth guy, the one we saw crying, had stayed behind, wailing over his friend. They were all arrested for trespassing, but they didn't have any weapons on them. The house had a few knives and drug paraphernalia, but that was it. Still, the whole thing shook us. The cops told us the place was kind of a well-known secret in the local homeless community. A place to disappear. Hide. Ride out the storms of life. We just happened to stumble into their makeshift sanctuary during a bad moment. Later, our friend's parents had the house scheduled for demolition. Turns out, they hadn't even known it existed. The property was that huge, that wild. Looking back, it wasn't the scariest experience ever, not like monsters or killers or ghosts, but it was a moment that changed our

perspective. We were just dumb kids, out for a thrill, thinking life was all games and paintball matches. We stumbled into the middle of a human tragedy. Real life, raw and painful. What if we hadn't been cautious. What if the guy had come after us with a weapon? What if he'd mistaken us for a threat? Who knows how that story could have ended? Maybe we wouldn't have made it back. Maybe we'd have gone missing. Maybe it would have taken days, or longer, for anyone to even start looking for us. After that day, we still played paintball, but never that deep into the property. And we always checked in with our friends' parents first. 50 rules.

Radios. A bit of structure. We weren't invincible. That day proved it. So yeah, that's the story. Might not be a Hollywood blockbuster. Might not even be the creepiest thing you've ever read. But it was real.

And it stuck with me. Because in that crumbling house, in that forgotten corner of the woods, I saw the kind of pain most people go their whole lives avoiding. And I realize just how thin the line is between having a weekend of fun and becoming part of someone else's tragedy. The end.