Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Shadows of the Past A Chilling Tale of Fear, Mystery, and Paranormal Encounters PART4 #60

Episode Date: October 15, 2025

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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-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. Jampact 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. On the many days of Christmas, the Guinness Storehouse brings to thee.

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Horror. It began on a night that shouldn't have been anything special, the kind of night that should have slipped into memory like thousands of others. But I guess life has this habit of sneaking up on you with moments that don't seem important at first, until they twist themselves into stories you'll never forget. I was 16 back then, 16, restless, and convinced that every summer night held the possibility of something wild. You know that buzzing feeling you get in your chest when the sun goes down, when the air smells of cut grass, and the world seems wide open waiting for you to make trouble? That was me. Lying on my bed, old boombox blasting music that crackled with every scratch on the CD, posters of guns and roses, Metallica and Nirvana,

peeling from my walls like they were melting in the heat. I should have been satisfied with that, loud music, freedom from school, the whole teenage package, but instead, I have been, felt an itch under my skin. Sitting still felt like wasting the night. So, sneakers on, I bolted out the door to find my friends. Partners in Crime. Ben and Jake, those were my guys. Not their real names, but that's what I'll call them. Everybody has those ride or die friends in their teen years, the ones who push you into doing things you'd never dream of alone. Sometimes you hate them for it, but most of the time, you're glad you went along. Ben's garage was always our base. When I got there, the smell hit me first, motor oil, dust, and that not-so-subtle skunky

hint that meant Jake was definitely around. Sure enough, the two of them were posted up in those old metal folding chairs, a box fan buzzing like it was fighting a losing war against the sticky summer air. About time you showed, Jake called, tossing me a bottle of beer. I cracked it open and plopped down, already feeling more alive just sitting there. We talk trash. laughed about nothing, flicked bottle caps at the wall like we were sharpshooters. Teenagers think they're invincible, and that garage felt like our fortress.

But invincibility only lasts until boredom creeps in. And boredom, that's the spark that always lights the fuse. The lake. Someone, I don't even remember who, brought up the lake. The lake was our spot back in 98. If you were a teenager in our neighborhood, that's where you ended up on summer nights. Music, cigarettes, cheap liquor, maybe a stolen parent's car parked half a mile down the road, it was tradition.

So we left the garage, cut down that narrow dirt path through the woods, and headed straight there. The moon was barely out, the trees like black walls on either side, but we didn't care. Only, when we arrived, the lake was dead quiet. No voices, no splashing, just the ripple of water against the dock and the screech of crickets in the grass. Well, this sucks, Ben muttered. We sat anyway. Three idiots on a weathered bench, passing around a joint, pretending silence was just as good as a party. For a while, it worked. The fireflies blinked in the dark. The water looked like glass. And I thought maybe nothing would happen after all. But Jake, Jake was never satisfied with nothing. The idea. He leaned forward,

eyes glittering with that look that always meant trouble. We should check out the old boathouse. Ben groaned instantly. That place, hell no. It's creepy as hell. Exactly, Jake grinned. Creepy equals fun. I should have said no. Every kid in town had heard stories about that boathouse. Lights in the windows, though nobody live there, voices echoing across the water, weird shapes moving inside. Classic urban stuff. But the one rule when you're 16, you don't want to be the coward. So we went. The Boathouse. It rose out of the dark like a horror movie prop, peeling paint, sagging roof, broken windows glinting with moonlight. The doors moaned as we pushed them open, the sound bouncing through the hollow interior. The smell inside was thick, rod, mildew, lake water that had seeped in for years. Jake and Ben

went wild, kicking loose boards, smashing glass, laughing like maniacs. I hung back, every nerve humming like a live wire. The place had a pulse. That's the only way I can explain it. Like we weren't alone. Like something was waiting. Upstairs, Jake said, already halfway up the staircase. The steps groaned under our weight. At the top, we found a dusty old boat draped with a fishing net, abandoned like everything else. We poked around with our flashlights, dust swirling, the place... 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, plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup, and much more. Thus the U.S.C and all the best European rugby

all in the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jampack 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. On the many days of Christmas, the Guinness Storehouse brings to thee. A visit filled with festivity. Experience a story of Ireland's most iconic beer in a stunning Christmas setting at the Guinness Storehouse. Enjoy seven floors of interactive exhibitions and finish your visit with breathtaking views of Dublin City from the home of Guinness. Live entertainment, great memories and the gravity bar. My goodness is Christmas at the Guinness Storehouse. Book now at ginnestorehouse.com.

Get the facts. Be Drinkaware. Visit drinkaware.com. Swallowing every sound we made. And then we heard it. The front doors creaking open, slow, heavy, followed by footsteps. The voice. Not random footsteps.

Not the kind that say, oh, maybe it's another teenager sneaking in. No, these were heavy, deliberate, and then, the voice. I know you're here. Low, gravelly, drawn out like he was savoring it. Come out, come out, wherever you are. I swear the air froze in my lungs. Jake didn't hesitate. He dove into the old boat, yanking the net over himself. Ben and I scrambled in after him. all three of us pressed together, trying to vanish. The footsteps climb the stairs.

Each creek was torture. The voice got closer. I can hear you. I bit my hand to keep from breathing too loud. The man shuffled around, searching, getting closer. I imagined him tearing away the net, a knife flashing. And then he stepped into the side room. Now, Jake hissed.

We ripped the net off and bolted. The chase. The man lunged out of the side room, knife glinting in his hand. He was huge, broad shoulders, shadowy face, eyes wild. But Jake shoved him hard, and the guy toppled, swearing, blade scraping across the floor. We didn't wait. We sprinted. Down the stairs, through the doors, across the grass, into the woods.

Branches whipped at our faces, roots caught our feet. sneakers, lungs burned like fire, but we didn't stop. Behind us, crashing, snapping branches, the sound of someone chasing. For minutes, he was right there. And then, silence. We didn't believe it, not at first. We ran all the way back to Ben's garage, collapsed on the couch, shaking and sweaty, hearts pounding like drums. Nobody spoke. Finally, Jake whispered, He had a knife. When I shoved him, I saw it. That silence after? Heavier than anything. Because we all knew, if Jake had been one second slower, we might not have made it back. Anna's close call. Years later, I learned danger didn't always come from strangers hiding in creepy buildings. Sometimes it waited in plain sight. My sister, let's call her Anna, was 18 then. She had this habit of late. late night walks, not evening strolls, not 9 p.m. kind of late. I mean one or two in the morning when the world feels empty and wrong. She said it helped her clear her head. I told her she was

crazy. One night she walked to the park at the end of our street, sat on the swings, rocking back, chain squeaking. At first, fine. Then that chill, that unmistapable feeling of being watched. And out of nowhere, some guy sat on the swing beside her. Middle of the night, empty park, and he sat right next to her. Red flag number one. Hey, he said casually. Hey, she replied, polite but guarded. He asked questions, where she lived, why she was out alone, how old she was, not curiosity, probing, sizing her up. She texted me, call me, now. I dialed in, Instantly, she answered, voice bright, Oh, hey, you need me home?

Okay, I'll come. I hadn't said a word, but I got it. She stood, told the guy she had to go, and walked toward the exit. Calm, controlled, every cell in her body screaming run. And then, she looked back. Out of the woods, three more figures appeared. Each holding something, bat, pipe, something else, weapons. Her stomach dropped.

That first guy had been the bait. The others were the trap. She bolted, sprinting like her life depended on, because it did. She tore down the street, hard exploding in her chest, and slammed into our house locking the door. I'd never seen her shake like that. When she told me the full story, I felt rage and terror twisting inside me. Our safe little neighborhood wasn't safe at all. After that, Anna carried a pocket knife everywhere, and she never walked alone at night again. Florida land. Fast forward years later, I moved to a small town in north central Florida. Small, meaning one grocery store, one diner with the best pancakes in the state, and enough churches to make you wonder what everyone was praying against.

I bought three and a half acres on the edge of town. Private, wooded, seemed peaceful, until I learned the truth. The guy who sold it dropped the detail casually. Lady who lived here died in an accident. 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.

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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. On the many days of Christmas, the Guinness Storehouse brings to thee. A visit filled with festivity. Experience a story of Ireland's most iconic beer in a stunning Christmas setting at the Guinness Storehouse. Enjoy seven floors of interactive exhibitions and finish your visit with brett taken views of Dublin City from the home of Guinness.

Live entertainment, great memories and the Gravity Burr. My goodness, it's Christmas. Guinness Storehouse. Book now at ginnestorehouse.com. Get the facts. Be drinkaware. Visit drinkaware.com. 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 HelpLet. line on 1,800-77-8888.

Her cooker exploded in her trailer, right over there. He pointed at a cracked concrete slab half-hidden by weeds. Great, perfect. From day one, the place felt wrong. The trees were so thick, even the brightest moonlight barely made it through. At night, it wasn't just dark. It was absolute black. The kind of black that makes you think something could stand

inches away, breathing in your ear, and you'd never know. One weekend, I was clearing brush when I heard footsteps behind me. Crunch.