Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Shadows of the Past A Chilling Tale of Fear, Mystery, and Paranormal Encounters PART6 #62

Episode Date: October 15, 2025

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A long story about lightning, fear, and the stranger at the library. You ever meet someone randomly, have a weird conversation that sticks with you, and then years later something happens that makes it all rush back like it was yesterday? That's kind of what this story is for me. It starts with this guy I gave a ride to, and honestly, at the time, I didn't think much of it. Just one of those little side quests life throws at you. But later, after some close calls of my own, it got under my skin in ways I couldn't shake. So, here's how it all went down.

I was driving one day, nothing special, just another afternoon. Some guy asked me if I could drop him off at the nearest gas station. No big deal. He didn't seem sketchy, just an ordinary man who needed a ride, so I figured why not? I wasn't in a rush. We get talking, like people do when they're stuck in the same small space. And somehow, the conversation turns to why he was deaf. He didn't talk like he was ashamed of it or anything,

more like he'd had to explain it so many times in his life that it became just another fact, like saying what city you're from. And then, he tells me the story. One day, years ago, he was coming home from work. He lived in one of those apartment complexes with a two-level parking garage. You know the kind. Cold, concrete, gray pillars, painted lines that always look a little faded.

He was on the second level when it happened. Out of nowhere, lightning came tearing through the concrete roof like it was paper, traveled straight down and nailed him through his left leg. That image stuck in my brain, the idea of something so insanely powerful, ignoring the roof, ignoring all the rules, just deciding, yep, you're the one I'm hitting today. The guy lost his hearing that day, just gone. No hearing aids, no surgeries, nothing could bring it back.

On top of that, his left knee got destroyed, and several vertebrae in his spine had to be fused together. That explained the way he walked, slow, uneven, like every step reminded him of the exact day his life flipped upside down. I dropped him off at the gas station. He thanked me, and I drove away. At the time, I honestly didn't think about him again, not for years. But then, I had my own close encounter with lightning. And like a flash, that whole ride came back to me, especially the last thing he said before stepping out of my van. He leaned toward me, real serious, and said, Lightning always chooses who it hits, it seeks people out, and sometimes it even gets people more than once. At the time, I thought it was just some spooky old man wisdom. But after my own scare, I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Over the years, I've had time to reflect on it, and here's the thing. Part of me doesn't want to believe him, but another part of me absolutely does. Because every single time a thunderstorm starts brewing, every time I see those flashes in the distance, my chest gets tight. I get that uncontrollable anxiety that makes you feel like running even though there's nowhere to run. It doesn't matter if I'm indoors, in a car, under a roof, I still feel exposed, unsafe. Like if lightning really wants me, it'll find a way. And that thought is terrifying. So yeah, I tell people sometimes, stay safe when storms are around. But for me, it's not just polite, it's desperate.

That was one chapter of my story. But what happened to me back in fifth grade? That's a whole other memory that still feels like it belongs in a horror movie. Back when I was in fifth grade, I was a safety patrol. That meant I had one of those bright colored belts, and my job was to help younger kids get dismissed safely. Basically, I stood next to a first grade teacher and helped herd the little kids out the right doors and into the right cars.

I took it kind of seriously too. Like, yeah, I was 11, but it felt like I had authority. When I finished up my safety patrol duties, I usually went across the school yard to the library. My brother would already be in there on the computer, waiting for our parents to pick us up. That became our little routine. Now, to understand what happened, you got to picture the same. setup. The school and the library were separated by a fence. Normally, you were supposed to walk all the way around the fence to get to the library's front entrance. But, me being me, I always used this

little shortcut. There was a bush with just enough space to squeeze through, and it saved me a couple of minutes. I'd slip through, maybe get a scratch or two, and boom, I was at the library faster. On this particular day, after finishing with the first great teacher, I was a little bit was basically the last kid still around. That wasn't unusual. 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 jampacked with rugby. For the first time we've met 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

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You know how sometimes you hear something, but your brain tries to ignore it at first? Yeah, that was me. But then, bam, a figure steps out. It's this tall, skinny man. He looks absolutely wrecked, like he's been sleeping in a dumpster or crawling through the woods for days. His clothes were filthy, his hair sticking out everywhere, and his eyes, man, I'll never forget that look. Wild, crazy, locked right onto me. Instantly, my stomach dropped. My instincts went full red alert. I tried to play it cool, speed up a little, but then,

Then, footsteps, running, getting closer. I didn't even look back. I just bolted. My legs took over, pure panic-fueled adrenaline. I doze into the bush shortcut, branches scratching my arms, snagging my shirt, but I didn't care. I pushed through like my life depended on it, because maybe it did. Once I got through, I dared to glance back. The man was there, trying to squeeze through too.

but he was too big. The branches slowed him down, his clothes caught, and he started wheezing like he hadn't run in years. He was stuck, frustrated, and I used that moment to keep sprinting. I burst into the library, heart racing, and hid behind my brother's chair. He was glued to the computer screen, not even noticing that I was pale, sweating, shaking like a leaf. But then it got worse. The man, He actually came inside the library. He walked in, calm now, scanning the aisles like a predator hunting. My stomach twisted into knots. He turned, saw me, and for a split second, our eyes locked. My blood went cold. But then, his eyes flicked to my brother. He noticed him, noticed the other people inside the library. Something shifted in his expression, anger,

Disappointment? I don't even know. He shot me a look I'll never forget. Pure hate, like I had ruined his plan. Then, without a word, he turned and walked out. I finally exhaled, though I was still trembling. I whispered everything to my brother, but of course he didn't believe me. He shrugged, went back to his computer game like nothing happened. Looking back, I should have told an adult right then and there, a librarian, a teacher, anyone. But I was a kid, frozen by fear, unsure if I'd even be believed. Later, when my parents came to get us, I spilled everything. They were shocked. My mom immediately told the librarian, who picked up the phone and called the police. Within minutes, officers were there, asking me questions, writing down

details. The next day, the safety patrol group held a meeting, and the teachers were stunned. This was supposed to be one of the safest schools in the county, and yet here I was, nearly grabbed by a stranger right outside the building. My mom was furious. From that day on, she insisted a teacher would walk with me to the library. A couple of days later, detectives even pulled me into the office to show me surveillance footage. They were dead serious about finding the guy. A possible kidnapper on school grounds? That's the kind of case that gets law enforcement moving Fast. Parents had started to hear whispers about it, and panic spreads quickly. But here's the part that still makes me shiver. Not long after, I was back at the library again, waiting for my

parents. I was flipping through a magazine trying to distract myself when I glanced up, and froze. It was him, the same man. Only this time, he looked completely different, cleaned up, wearing normal clothes, hair combed, calm expression, and beside him, a little girl. She looked maybe six or seven, holding his hand like it was the most normal thing in the world. My heart stopped. Was this his daughter? Was he a regular dad just living a double life? Or was she another victim who didn't even realize it yet? They left after a few minutes. I told the librarian immediately, who wrote it down. But after that, nothing, no closure. Whoever he was, he vanished. Maybe he really did have a daughter and lived like an

average family man by day, then stalked kids by night. Or maybe there was some bizarre evil twin situation. I'll never know. But I'll never forget his face. And that's not even the end of the stories I've got. Because here's the thing. When we hear about stalkers, creeps, dangerous encounters, it's always from the victim's side. And yeah, that's the most important side. But sometimes there's another perspective, one we don't consider. If you pin horror to my own life now, it's not lightning or strangers in bushes, it's reputation. Being accused of something you didn't do, having people think you're dangerous when you're not, that's its own nightmare.