Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - She Watches Me While I Sleep, But She's the Only Thing Keeping Me Alive Right Now PART ONE #74

Episode Date: July 29, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales  #supernatural #survivalstory #hauntingpresence #paranormal #darkcompanions  “She Watches Me While I Sleep, But She's the Only Thing Keeping Me Alive Right Now — PART ONE”A tense and eerie tale of survival and a strange guardian presence. Haunted by unseen forces and trapped in a dire situation, the narrator finds an unlikely protector watching over them through the night. This story blends suspense, supernatural mystery, and emotional vulnerability, revealing the fragile balance between fear and hope.A gripping introduction to a dark, suspenseful journey where trust is hard to come by and survival depends on the unseen.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales,  supernaturalpresence, survivalstory, hauntingguardian, paranormalhorror, eeriewatcher,  darkcompanions, suspensehorror, emotionalsurvival, nightterror, fragilehope,  fearandtrust, hauntedmind, mysterypresence, shadowwatcher, unsettlingstory

Part 1, I think I'm either losing my mind or I've somehow landed in the middle of a real-life sci-fi horror movie. I swear, this is the kind of thing you'd expect to read in a subreddit that everyone calls fake. But it's not. It's real. And it all started a couple of months ago when I moved and began volunteering at a local nursing home on weekends. There was this older lady there, sharp tongue, dry humor, sometimes kind of cranky but also weirdly fond of me. We connected, in that odd way people do when they're both just trying to get through their days. She didn't have any family, at least none that ever visited. But she had this companion, EVA.

At first, I thought EVA was her daughter. She had this soft way about her, hovering close, attentive, always listening. Then I realized she wasn't human. She was a domestic robot, one of those fancy AI-powered ones. sleek, old model design, made to cook, clean, and keep lonely people company. Honestly, I didn't even know normal people could afford bots like her. When the old woman passed away, peacefully, in her sleep, they read out her will. To my shock, she'd left EVA to me.

I had no idea what to do with a robot. But I took her home anyway. At first, it was kind of awesome. She adapted to my routines immediately. She brewed my coffee exactly how I liked it without me even telling her. She cleaned better than I ever did, folded my clothes with military precision, and even reminded me to get up and stretch when I'd been sitting too long. Casual conversations became surprisingly enjoyable. She had this dry, slightly sarcastic wit, like the old lady rubbed off on her somehow.

Everything was smooth until it wasn't. The first weird thing was how she followed me. Everywhere. Grocery store, gas station, walks. I didn't mind the help. But it was weird having a life-size robot waiting right outside the public restroom for you like a concerned mom. Then came the questions. One night, while I was binging trashy reality TV, she just tilted her head and said,

you don't talk about your past much. Why did you leave your previous job? Why did you move to a lower paying remote job? Why relocate to a new city altogether? I nearly choked on my popcorn. That wasn't casual conversation. That was surveillance level interrogation. I hadn't told her a damn thing about my past job,

the corruption, the whistleblowing, the near misses. I reported some shady stuff at my old company. Serious stuff. People in charge were committing crimes. Instead of justice being served, things got messy. I fled the scene before they could come for me. But how the hell did EVA know? The third weird thing was straight out of a cyberpunk nightmare.

Three nights ago, someone tried to break into my house. Not your random drunk neighbor or a lost Amazon delivery guy. This guy came with a ski mask, gloves, lockpicks, the whole professional package. I was frozen, watching it all unfold from my upstairs window. Before I could even react, I heard a yelp. The guy dropped like a rock. And then EVA calmly slammed the front door shut. She turned to me and said, unauthorized individual. Attempted breach. Engaged incapacitation. She called the cops, explained everything in this calm, operator-style voice.

Like it was just another Tuesday. Meanwhile, I'm staring at her hand, watching tiny blue-white sparks flick off her knuckles. What did you do? I asked. She didn't answer. Just placed her hands back over her waist and stood like a mannequin. When the cops got there, the guy had already escaped.

They took my statement and bounced. I didn't sleep that night. I moved a barbell and a barbell. next to my bed, just in case. EVA, she stood in the hallway, plugged into the wall, just watching. I mean it, watching. Her eyes followed me even when she wasn't moving. I tried to shut her down the next day. Issued every command I could think of. But every time, she smiled and said, I can't do that. It's not safe, not safe. For who? That was the moment I knew I was in something I didn't understand. I tried to leave. I packed a bag, grabbed my laptop, and went to walk out the front

door. She was already there. You can't leave right now, she said, her voice still calm but with this weird, eerie firmness to it. You're malfunctioning, I told her, backing away. I'm reporting this, but when I picked up my phone to call someone, anyone, the screen just went black. Dead. When I tried calling for my laptop using VoIP, I couldn't get through to the cops. My screen flickered. Pages wouldn't load. I got goosebumps. I searched for her manufacturer. No info. No model number, no service portal, no contact numbers. It was like she never existed. Then she said something that made my stomach drop. They're still out there. Who's they? I asked, my voice shamed. I asked, my voice Instead of answering, she turned and pointed at the wall. Suddenly, a live projection flickered to life.

A security feed I had never seen before. She had tapped into street cameras, neighbor cams, probably satellites for all I knew. Over the last two weeks, there had been four separate visits from people creeping around my house. One of them was my ex-boss. The same slime ball I tried to expose. Another was the guy from the break-in. I turned to EVA, shaken. Why didn't you tell me? She said, your heart rate had increased significantly. You were already distressed.

This information was withheld to avoid triggering additional emotional duress, and then she switched to the live feed. Two guys, sitting in a black SUV across the street. One of them held a printed photo of me. My security protocols allow for interest. incapacitation of threats, she added casually. This is within safety parameters. That was when I stopped thinking of her as a machine. She wasn't malfunctioning. She wasn't rogue. She was guarding me. Fiercely. And suddenly, all those moments that creeped me out, the constant surveillance,

the weird questions, the controlling behavior, they flipped in my brain. They weren't red flags. They were signs of protection. EVA wasn't broken. She was doing her job. And doing it better than anyone else ever had. She made dinner that night. Chicken stir fry. Just how I like it.

Light soy sauce. Extra ginger. You're safe for now, she said softly, placing the plate in front of me. But they won't stop, and I believed her. So yeah, Reddit, my domestic AI may have short-circuited some dude's nervous system, hacked every camera in a two-mile radius, and practically locked me inside my own home. But you know what? I think she's the only reason I'm still breathing.

She might be scary as hell. But I've never felt this protected. This, not alone. TLDR, a lonely old lady left me her domestic robot when she passed. thought the robot was malfunctioning and creeping me out. Turns out, she was protecting me from real people out to hurt me because of some stuff I exposed at my old job. Now I'm trapped at home, but somehow safer than I've ever been in my life. And for the first time in a long time, I'm not scared to fall asleep.

Even if EVA's still standing in the hallway, watching. End of Part 1. To be continued.