Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Seattle Nanny Discovers Forbidden Secret and Becomes Witness to a Brutal Murder PART2 #56

Episode Date: November 13, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #truecrimehorror #seattlemystery #darkfamilysecrets #psychologicalthriller #forbiddentruth  In Part 2 of the Seattle nanny���s terrifying ordeal, the nightmare deepens. After stumbling upon the forbidden secret inside the house, she realizes she is not just an observer but now a crucial witness to a brutal murder. Fear, paranoia, and the constant threat of being silenced surround her as she struggles between escaping or exposing the truth. This installment raises the tension, blending horror with chilling true-crime elements.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, seattlecrime, darktruths, brutalcrime, survivalhorror, urbanhorrorstories, chillingtales, murderwitness, hiddenfamilysecret, suspensefiction, psychologicalfear, truecrimehorrorstories, disturbingnarratives, thrillerdrama, creepyseattle  

The Babysitter's Secret. Amelia never thought her life would turn into something that felt pulled out of one of those late-night TV dramas. When she first applied for the babysitting job with the Westbrooks, she figured it would be simple, watch the kids, keep the kitchen somewhat in order, and get paid enough to cover rent and maybe treat herself to a coffee once in a while. But what she ended up living through was more like being stuck inside the messy center of a storm, one of those storms that build slowly, quietly, until you realize too late you're already soaked and the winds pushing you around from every side.

It all started in the most ordinary way. She'd noticed the oldest boy spending more and more time glued to his video games. Nothing unusual there, right? Every kid she knew, whether back home or here, preferred diving into a digital world where they could shoot zombies or build castles rather than hanging out with boring adults. But this wasn't just casual gaming. This was obsession. Weekends came and went, and when Matthew or Erica suggested a family outing, he'd shake his head, stubborn as a mule, and insist on staying put.

Sometimes he didn't even bother to make excuses, he just said he wasn't going. Amelia, being the peacemaker that she naturally was, tried her best to keep the household from crumbling. She'd bake cookies, slice apples into funny shapes, invent little treasure hunts in the backyard, anything to remind the kids that the world outside the glowing screen of a console was still worth noticing. She knew they felt the tension in the house. Children always do, even when the grown-ups think they're being subtle. So Amelia doubled down, building this fake bubble of normality for them to play inside. She became the unofficial glue holding things together, though no one asked her to, and certainly no one gave her extra pay for it.

But even her effort wasn't enough to mask what was happening between Matthew and Erica. The Westbrooks weren't the picture-perfect couple their neighbors once thought. And Amelia, by accident more than by choice, discovered just how messy things really were. The Nighttime Whispers It began with whispers. Not the spooky kind, though in hindsight they might as well. well have been. Late at night, when the kids were asleep and Amelia was tidying up the living room or scrolling through her phone before heading to bed, she'd hear Erica's voice

carrying down the hall. At first, she thought it was just a call with a friend or maybe one of her sisters. But soon, the pattern revealed itself, the calls always happened late, almost too late, as if secrecy was the point. Once, while picking up laundry, Amelia accidentally caught a glimpse of Erica's tablet. A message flashed across the screen before Erica snatched it up, her face flushed. Amelia wasn't the snooping type, but she couldn't help catching pieces of the puzzle. Words like, Miss You Already, and, next time, weren't exactly the vocabulary of casual friendship. It wasn't long before Amelia put two and two together. Someone else was in Erica's life. Not a stranger, not just some random person online, this was someone close to the family.

The tone of those late-night exchanges was far too intimate to mistake for anything else. And the strangest thing? Erica didn't even seem that careful about hiding it. It was almost as if part of her wanted to be caught, or at least wanted to test how far she could go before her husband noticed. Matthew's shifting eyes. Matthew, of course, wasn't blind. Husbands rarely are when something like this is brewing. At first, his reactions were subtle, just questions here and there, little probes about where Erica spent her afternoons or why she didn't answer her phone right away. He tried to play it off

as casual curiosity, but Amelia saw the sharpness behind his eyes. When he was in a decent mood, Matthew would chat with Amelia as if she were some sort of ally. He'd ask about the kids, about how the household ran, about whether Erika seemed tired or distracted. His tone was light, but the subtext was heavy. It was like he was fishing, hoping Amelia would slip and reveal something she'd noticed. Other times, his mood darkened. He'd sit for hours at the computer, silent, his jaw clenched as he clicked through spreadsheets or scrolled endlessly.

There was an energy around him that Amelia found intimidating, almost dangerous. He didn't yell, didn't slam doors, but his silence carried weight, like a storm cloud hanging in the room. Amelia knew better than to get involved. She was a temporary worker, a foreigner with paperwork she didn't want questioned. If she said the wrong thing, she could lose not only her job but maybe her place in the country. So she kept her head down, smiled when spoken to, and shoved her worries deep inside. The Neighborhood Party Everything became crystal clear during a neighborhood gathering.

Amelia didn't even want to go, social events weren't really her thing, but the Westbrooks insisted she come along to help with the kids. From the outside, the family looked fine enough. They arrived together, smiled at acquaintances, made polite small talk. But Amelia, watching closely, saw the cracks. Matthew and Erica hardly interacted. They drifted to opposite sides of the room, each engaging with separate groups. It was like watching two strangers forced to share the same roof.

And the neighbors noticed. Amelia overheard the whispers, the sly comments. They barely even greeted each other. Have you noticed how tense they seem? One neighbor, with a smirk that suggested she enjoyed stirring gossip, leaned toward Amelia and mentioned seeing Erica at a restaurant recently, with a man who wasn't Matthew. The way she described it, Erica wasn't acting distant at all. Quite the opposite. She'd been laughing, leaning close, touching his hand across the table. It didn't take a genius

to understand what was going on. The argument that changed everything. Things spiraled quickly after that. Just a few days later, Amelia, while washing dishes in the kitchen, overheard the inevitable explosion. The Westbrooks were arguing in the living room, voices rising in a way they hadn't before. Matthew was demanding answers, where she went, who she was with, why she wasn't honest. Erica's voice cracked as she fired back, furious that he dared to interrogate her like some detective. Amelia froze, clutching a soapy plate, her heart pounding as their words cut through the walls. She felt like an intruder, but she couldn't unhear any of it. Then, silence. Heavy, suffocating silence. Amelia knew enough to recognize that silence was worse than yelling. It meant

something had snapped, though she couldn't tell exactly what. Later that night, when she tucked the youngest child into bed, the little girl looked up with wide, sad eyes and asked, why don't mommy and daddy smile anymore? Amelia swallowed hard, forcing a smile she didn't feel. Everything's going to be okay, she whispered, though a nod in her throat made the words feel like lies. That was the moment Amelia realized she was entangled in something far bigger than babysitting. She knew too much, had seen too much, and yet she couldn't say.

a word. Sleepless nights. From that night on, Amelia barely slept. Every creak of the house made her tense. She replayed the conversations she'd overheard, the messages she'd glimpsed, the comments she'd caught from neighbors. Piece by piece, the puzzle formed a picture she didn't want to see. It was no longer a question of whether Erica was having an affair.

That was obvious now. The real fear was what Matthew might do if he confirmed his suspicions. There was something volatile in him, a darkness Amelia couldn't quite name but felt in her bones. And then came the final discovery, the one that froze her blood. The email It was an accident, as usual. Amelia wasn't looking for evidence, she was just using the family's shared tablet to play music for the kids. but a notification popped up and curiosity, mixed with dread, made her glance.

What she saw wasn't vague, wasn't subtle, wasn't even something she could brush off. It was an email, explicit and undeniable, where Erica and her mysterious someone talked about plans for a future together. Not just dates or secret meetups. A future. As if she was ready to walk away from her family entirely. Amelia shut the tablet quickly, her hands trembling. Her mind spun with what ifs. What if Matthew found this? What if he already had?

What if the next fight wasn't just words but something worse? That week, everything in the house felt like it was teetering on the edge. The kid sensed it. The neighbors whispered more. And Amelia, trapped in the middle, carried the weight of a secret that wasn't hers but could very well destroy them all. And then, just days later, the crime happened. To be continued.