Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Six Real Paranormal Encounters That Forever Changed the Lives of Witnesses PART2 #6

Episode Date: October 8, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #paranormalencounters #hauntedexperiences #truehorrorstories #creepyphenomena #supernaturalfear  “Six Real Paranormal Encounters That Forever Changed the Lives of Witnesses PART 2” continues exploring chilling real-life accounts where ordinary people faced the unexplainable. From strange noises to eerie presences, these encounters left lasting psychological and emotional marks. Each story reveals the lingering fear and wonder that follow a brush with the paranormal, showing how such experiences can permanently alter a person’s perception of reality.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, paranormalencounters, hauntedexperiences, truehorrorstories, creepyphenomena, supernaturalfear, chillingtales, eerieencounters, unexplainedevents, darkparanormal, unsettlingstories, nightmarefuel, hauntedmoments, realfear, terrifyingmoments

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 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. 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 Centre will be ready to listen. Call the 24-hour National Helpline on 1-800-77-888-8. horror. I've only laid eyes on her twice since that whole weird thing happened, and honestly,

those two times were more than ten years ago now. Since then, radio silence, not a phone call, not a random message, nothing. And even though life has kept me busy, there's always been this tiny corner in my brain that wonders what actually happened to her. It's not like she and her family just vanished. As far as I know, her folks are still living in that exact same house. I've driven past it a few times over the years. Windows still intact, mailbox still crucked in the same way it always was. It's almost eerie how normal it looks, considering what I remember from back then. People I've told about it over the years usually jump straight to, oh, that must have been paranormal, like it has to be ghosts or some kind of spirit. I guess I can't blame them. It's

an easy explanation when you can't think of a logical one, but I never liked labeling it as haunted. I even left my own theories out whenever I told the story, because honestly, the scariest part isn't what happened. It's the fact that I still don't know why it happened. If you push me for my theory, though, here's the one I've been nursing for years. I think there was a man, or maybe even a group of people, living in the walls of her house. Yeah, you heard me. In the wall. That weird little hole we found in the basement, I'm convinced it was like their personal peephole so they could watch and listen in on what was going on down there. If no one was in the basement, I think they'd crawl out from whatever crawl space they had and sneak around the house. Those stuffed animals that suddenly appeared, that wasn't random.

That was someone disturbed, someone who wanted to mess with our heads, like leaving little breadcrumbs of creepiness just to see our reactions. Then there was that one night, the floorboard shifting. I swear, it might have been some kind of crude way to check if we were asleep. Since I only saw one board move, I don't think that was their doorway into the room or anything. More like they had multiple little vantage points all over the house, and they knew exactly when it was safe to move. So, nope, no ghosts in my opinion. In a weird, twisted way, that makes it so much worse.

Fast forward to last October. Totally different situation, but the same uncomfortable gut feelings. My boyfriend and I were headed from Washington State all the way down to Texas. The reason wasn't some romantic let's go start a new life thing. It was because his great uncle had passed away and, surprisingly, left him a decent chunk of land in his will. We're talking several dozen acres. That's a lot of dirt to suddenly inherit.

We flew down to check it out, to see if you're not. it was worth keeping or if we should just sell the whole thing and run back home. Turns out, it was basically a big open patch of dry ground with some pretty hills in the distance. No buildings, no fences, no trees, just dirt and a view. It wasn't exactly screaming, live here forever. The plan we came up with was to sell off most of it, keep a smaller section, and build a little house there. Nothing fancy, just something we could live in during the winter months, and maybe rent-earned. out during summer. So that's what we did. The house got built, we flew back down to Texas,

and we moved in for the rest of that winter. For the first week, things were calm, almost boring. Then one evening, we were sitting on our porch when this dusty old pickup truck rattled its way up the driveway. It had deer antlers mounted right on top of the cab, like some kind of backwoods hood ornament. Outsteps this middle-aged couple, friendly smiles, casual body language. They introduced themselves like their old friends of the family, saying they used to be neighbors of my boyfriend's great-uncle. They even brought a 12-pack of Shiner Beer, which they handed over like it was some kind of welcome to the neighborhood starter pack. Now, I'm not from Texas. Where I grew up, people don't just roll up to strangers' houses uninvited with beer. My first thought was,

okay, bold move. But my boyfriend didn't seem bothered. We didn't know anything. We didn't know anyone in the area anyway, so making friends sounded better than making enemies. They said their names were Rubin and Charlotte Wallace, and they started telling us stories about hunting trips with Uncle Trevor, including this one bit about shooting the heads off snakes like it was a party trick. They were polite enough, but something about them just didn't click with me. My boyfriend, though, seemed to enjoy their company, so when they invited us over for dinner the next night, he said sure, before even look in my way. I bit my tongue, but I wasn't thrilled.

The following evening, we drove out to their place. It was way farther than I expected. Deep into the countryside, surrounded... 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 U.S.C. and all the best European rugby all in the same place. Get more exclusively live. tournaments that ever before on Sports Extra. Jam packed 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. I know what you're feeling and I was there too. 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 1-800-78-8-8-8. By endless flat land. Their farmhouse was old, not charming old, more like this place has survived too many hurricanes old. Charlotte met us at the door, and immediately the smell hit me. Cigarette smoke, mixed with something stale and rotten. like the house itself was slowly decaying from the inside. Every room I could see into had three things in common.

At least one American flag, at least one gun somewhere in sight, and at least one mounted animal head on the wall. It was like stepping into a combination hunting lodge and political shrine. We sat down to eat, right next to their wide open sliding patio door. Bugs flew in like they'd been invited too. The meal was beans and beans. what they said was venison, but I wasn't buying it. I'd had venison before. This tasted off, and I'm pretty sure it was undercooked. At first, the conversation was casual enough. Then it got

weird. Ruben started asking about my boyfriend's great-uncle's old house. What was in it, if he'd ever mentioned certain belongings, if there were valuables. He wasn't subtle either. The longer it went on, the more uneasy I felt. Charlotte, meanwhile, was just staring at me, not glancing, staring, barely blinking. Every bite she took showed flashes of grayish teeth. I excused myself, pretending I wanted a cigarette. Charlotte told me I could just smoke at the table, but I was already halfway out the door. Truth was, I didn't smoke at all. I just needed to signal to my boyfriend that I wanted out of there. Their backyard stretched out into a field, and I wandered around heading toward a shed. My plan was to take some sunset pictures with my phone, so it wouldn't look

suspicious. Then I smelled it. Coming from the shed, this rancid gut punch smell, like a dumpster that's been left in the sun for a year. I gagged, but went closer. On one side of the shed, there was this pile of shoes, 15, maybe 20 pairs, sneakers, cowboy boots, all different sizes. Some were so weathered and dusty that you could barely tell what color they used to be. My stomach tightened. I pushed open the shed door. Inside, piles of clothes, hats, backpacks, strewn everywhere like someone had dumped out the contents of a hundred thrift store donation bins. The wooden floor was covered in dark. dark stains, and I realized they formed trails leading out the door, like things, or people, had been

dragged. I stumbled back, and that's when Charlotte appeared behind me, silent as a shadow. She said something like, now why'd you go poking around in there? That's when I noticed she had a serrated knife in her hand. Lucky for me, I used to teach self-defense. I didn't think twice. I drove the heel of my hand up into her nose. There was a crack, blood everywhere. I screamed for my boyfriend. He came running. I kicked the knife across the dirt and yelled for him to run. We bolted to the car, tore backward out of their driveway. Ruben appeared on the porch with a rifle and fired. Missed, thank God. By the time he tried for a second shot, we were already on the road. We didn't go back home. We went straight to the police station in town. I gave my

statement and officers headed out there. Over the radio, we heard gunfire. Rubin was killed in the shootout. Charlotte, gone. Vanished. Turns out, Rubin and Charlotte Wallace weren't real names. They were fugitives wanted for multiple attempted murders in Arizona. They apparently patrolled the border and shot at migrants, then brought bodies back to their property to dispose of them. Uncle Trevor had known, and he'd been blackmailing them to keep quiet. And the meat they served us, I can't prove it, but in my gut, I'm almost certain it wasn't dear. Charlotte's never been found, and I prayed at every higher power that I never see her again. The end.