Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Shadows of the Past A Chilling Tale of Fear, Mystery, and Paranormal Encounters PART3 #59

Episode Date: October 15, 2025

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The door that wouldn't stay shut. The moment is burned into my memory like it happened yesterday. My fiancé and I had been in that cheap hotel room for maybe a couple of hours. We had already figured out the place wasn't anything to brag about. The bed frame collapsed as soon as I sat on it. The carpet had stains. I didn't even want to identify. And the whole building had this musty story.

smell, like someone had been chain smoking in every room since the 1970s. But hey, it was just a crash pad, a bed, a shower, and somewhere to store our bags while we enjoyed our little trip to Universal. That was the plan. What I didn't plan on was nearly having to fight a complete stranger breaking into our room at midnight. It started with the sound, a faint rattle. At first, I thought maybe it was the air conditioner kicking on, but then I heard it again, metal scraping against metal. My fiancé shot upright, her eyes wide. Austin, she whispered, someone's at the door. I tried to brush it off. Nah, babe, probably housekeeping or something. Wrong room. But the second I said it, I heard it too. The unmistakable click of a key card sliding into the slot. My stomach dropped.

The door opened an inch, only to stop with a sharp clank, thanks to the security latch my fiancé had insisted on using. Through that tiny crack, I saw it, an eyeball staring right at us. I jumped out of bed so fast I almost tripped. Hey, I barked, my voice cracking, wrong room, buddy. You'd think that would have scared him off, not a chance. The man mumbled something I couldn't understand. slurred, drunken words in a language that was in English.

Then he started pushing on the door with his hands. I yelled again, louder this time, trying to sound as intimidating as possible. Truth be told, I'm not some massive hulking guy, but I'm not tiny either. Decent build, broad shoulders for my height. I figured if I projected enough anger, maybe he'd back down. Spoiler, he didn't. He stopped for just a moment. just long enough to make me think maybe it was over. Then, bam, he slammed his shoulder against the

door like he was trying to break it down. My fiancé screamed, do something, don't let him in. Adrenaline surged through me, but reality hit hard. This dude was huge. From what I could see through the crack, he had to be at least six-one, maybe taller. Over 250 pounds easy. If he got inside, there was no way I was stopping him with brute strength. So I grabbed the only weapon I had, my car keys. I clenched them between my fingers, the jagged metal poking out like makeshift brass knuckles. My plan was simple. If he came in, I'd swing until I couldn't anymore.

With my heart pounding, I hurled myself at the door, throwing my full weight against it. It slammed shut again, catching him off guard just enough to keep him out. But he wasn't done. He came right back, slamming into it again, shouting words I still couldn't understand. Two, the window view. Next to the door was a narrow window. That's where I finally got a clear look at him. He was exactly as I'd feared, big, broad, red-faced from whatever booze he'd been guzzling. But what shocked me most wasn't his size. It was the people standing right behind him. A woman, who I assumed was his wife, and two little kids clinging to her side. I couldn't believe it.

This guy was acting like a full-blown lunatic right in front of his family. What kind of man does that? I was snapped back to reality by my fiancé's voice, shrill with panic. I'm calling the cops. And just like that, the guy stopped. He turned, barked something at the woman, and started ushering her and the kids. toward a beat-up SUV parked a few spots down. Within seconds, they were gone, taillights disappearing into the night. The room fell silent, except for the sound of my fiancé's

ragged breathing, and my own pounding heartbeat. Three, the lobby. I told her to lock the door tight, and I'd go to the front desk myself. If this guy was roaming around with his family, drunk and trying to break into rooms, the hotel staff needed to know. When I stepped into the lobby, I realized I wasn't the only one with a problem. A line had already... 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 got every Champions Cup match exclusively live, bus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup, and much more. That's the U.R.C. and all the best European rugby all in the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra.

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And use the latest scanning technology to custom-make orthotics, designed for your unique feet. If you want to free your feet in joints from pain, improve balance or correct alignment, book a free foot assessor. at footsolutions.I.E or pop-in store today. Foot Solutions, the first step towards pain-free feet. Formed, sleepy guests in pajamas muttering complaints under their breath.

I joined them, bouncing nervously on my heels, replaying the last ten minutes in my head. After 20 long minutes, I was finally near the front. That's when a woman stepped up to the counter. I didn't catch her face at first. I was staring at the floor. tired and wired all at once. But then I heard her speak. Her words made my skin crawl. We just used this key card to get into our room, she said calmly. But there were already people inside.

My head snapped up. It was her, the wife, the same woman I had just seen through the window, standing beside the drunk man and their kids. I froze. My eyes darted past her, out through the sliding glass doors. And there he was, the man, standing in the parking lot beside the SUV, watching. I didn't move a muscle. I didn't want to draw any attention. I kept my gaze locked straight ahead, pretending I hadn't noticed him. The woman finished at the counter, was handed a new key card, and walked out.

My heart hammered as she rejoined her family. Finally, it was my turn. The explanation. I stepped up to the counter and unloaded the whole story, the attempted break-in, the shouting, the kids, everything. The night clerk, a young woman with dark circles under her eyes, just nodded. Yeah, that was my fault. I must have given them the wrong key card.

I blanked. Excuse me? Yeah, she repeated, casually, like she'd mixed up someone's coffee order, accidentally programmed their key for your room instead of theirs. I was speechless, furious. This wasn't just a harmless mistake. This was me and my fiancé almost being attacked in the middle of the night because she couldn't do her job right. But she didn't even look phased.

I clenched my jaw, told her to make a note that I'd be speaking to the manager first thing in the morning, and stormed out before I said something I'd regret. Back in the room, my fiancé wanted to leave immediately. I couldn't blame her. But it was already past 2 a.m. And neither of us had the energy to pack everything up and hunt for another hotel. So we bolted the door, shoved a chair under the handle, and prayed for daylight. 5. The morning.

By morning, we were both running on maybe three hours of restless sleep. We packed our bags in silence, each of us still on edge, and made our way to the lobby. I fully expected the manager to know everything already. surely the night clerk had told him right wrong he looked at me blankly as i launched into the story again then he frowned and said she didn't mention anything about this when i asked if there were issues last night i saw red the clerk hadn't just been careless she had lied to his credit the manager handled things a lot better he apologized repeatedly refunded us without hesitation and checked us out early still the damage was done. We just wanted to get out of there. Six, the rest of the trip. Thankfully, once we left that hotel, the rest of the trip went smoothly. Universal was incredible. We laughed, screamed on rides, stuffed ourselves with overpriced snacks, and tried our best to shake off the memory of that night. But even now, when I think back, I get chills. If my fiancé hadn't latched

that door, the man could have walked right in. And even with his family standing right there, he acted like a deranged animal. I had been ready to fight for our lives with nothing but car keys clenched in my fist. It still scares me to think how badly it could have gone. All over a misunderstanding. Seven, the lesson. That night taught me something important. You can't ever assume you're safe just because you're in a hotel.

I know what you're feeling and I was there too. and I know you might think that there is nobody to talk to, but I promise that you're not alone. It was never your fault, and you deserve support and healing in your own time. Whenever you're ready to talk, Dublin Rape Crisis Center will be ready to listen. Call the 24-hour National Helpline on 1-800-77-8888.

Or because the staff knows what they're doing. Always double-check the locks, always latch the door, always stay aware of your surroundings. Because sometimes, even in the most ordinary places, danger comes knocking. Literally. 8. A new story unfolds. But this isn't the end of the weird encounters in my life. In fact, thinking back now, it reminds me of something that happened years before, way back in 1998 when I was just 16.

I was hanging out with two of my best friends back then. Let's call them Ben and Jake. To be continued.