Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Stalked by a Stranger in a Black Car A Terrifying Walk Home Turned Dangerous #43

Episode Date: September 3, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #stalkinghorror #urbanfear #strangerdanger #nightwalkterror #personalhorror  What should have been a normal walk home became a nightmare. A black car kept appearing behind me, slowing when I stopped, inching closer with every turn. No faces, no words—just a cold, chilling presence. Fear built with every heartbeat as I realized I was being hunted, not by chance, but by intent. The darkness didn’t just hide the night—it hid a predator. This is the gripping story of terror, survival, and the moments that test the limits of courage.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, stalkingstory, urbanhorror, nightterror, strangerdanger, realfear, survivalhorror, suspensefiction, streethorror, predatorpresence, chillingencounter, psychologicalfear, dangerouswalk, terrorinthecity, hauntingpresence

You know those moments where everything feels normal, until it doesn't. That's exactly how this day started for me. It was early evening, still bright out. The sun was hanging low in the sky, casting that warm golden light that makes everything look soft and safe. I had just finished grabbing a few things from the store, milk, some snacks, nothing serious, and I was heading back home. The kind of walk where you're not really paying attention because it's routine, you know, Anyway, I'm walking along, earbuds in, but not blasting music because I like to hear what's going on around me, just in case. The streets weren't too busy, just the occasional car rolling by.

I get to a traffic light and press the button to cross. I'm waiting there, kind of zoning out, when this car pulls up beside me. The guy driving leans out the window and yells something at me. One of those obnoxious catcalls. You know the type, gross and gross. and unnecessary. I don't even fully register what he says because I've trained myself to tune that crap out, but I roll my eyes and keep facing forward. Eventually, the light changes, and I step into the crosswalk. The car speeds off, and I think, good riddance. I figured that would be the

end of my annoyances for the day. But no. Out of nowhere, this black Lincoln Town car creeps up behind me. It's moving slow, almost too slow for traffic. I notice it's about to turn into a little store parking lot, but instead of fully turning, it stops right in the middle of the crosswalk, blocking the way between the two sidewalks. I pause. Behind the wheel is this older woman. Late 50s maybe, short curly gray hair, sunglasses even though the sun's not strong enough for them anymore. She's completely blocking my path, and I have to decide. whether to walk in front of the car or behind it. So I motion for her to go. Like, I wave my hand a little, trying to tell her, go ahead, lady. You're in my way, but instead of moving forward, she rolls down

her window and starts yelling. Get in the car, at first, I think I misheard her. I hesitate, staring at her like she's lost her mind. What? I ask, because surely she's talking to someone else. Get in the car, she says again, louder this time. Her tone is sharp, commanding, like she expects me to obey. A cold chill runs through me. Uh, no thanks, I mumble, trying to sound casual even though my stomach has dropped to my shoes. I back up and decide to walk behind the car instead. I keep my eyes on her the whole time, and my pace quickens. My heart starts thumping in my ears. The second I'm safely past her, I hear the sound of her car shifting into reverse. No freaking way. She reverses into traffic, her tires screeching a little as she backs out

onto the main road. She's not even being subtle about it, she's clearly following me now. She pulls up alongside me and lowers her window again. I said get in the sire, she screams. I jump a little at the sudden volume. No. Leave me alone. I yell back. She doesn't. She speeds ahead, her tires screeching again as she zips to the next intersection. Then she pulls in sharply, positioning the car so it blocks the sidewalk again. What the hell is happening? Panic is flooding through me now. I'm scanning my surroundings for other people, but the streets almost deserted. Typical. When you need someone around, there's no one. Luckily, there's a metal pole in the sidewalk where she's parked, and it's just wide enough that I can squeeze through without having to pass too close to her car. I dart past, my legs moving faster than they have all day. I hear her car door creak like she's thinking about getting out. But I'm already bolting. She pulls out again and speeds ahead.

At this point, I realize her plan, she's trying to get ahead of me each time to cut me off. Sure enough, she turns sharply into the next crossway, aiming to block me again. My mind races. Okay, if I keep going straight, she's going to have me trapped. I need to change direction. So I do the only thing I can think of, I spin on my heel and start walking the other way. When she sees me turn, she slams her car into reverse again. But this time, instead of following me, she speeds off in the opposite direction.

Gone. Just like that. I stand there for a second, heart pounding, legs shaking so bad I feel like I might collapse. Was she trying to abduct me? Was this some weird prank? Or was I sikons away from being shoved into that car and never being seen again? I don't wait to find out. I power walk all the way home, constantly glancing over my shoulder to make sure she isn't coming back.

Every sound, every car engine makes me jump. When I finally get home, I lock every door, pull the curtains closed, and call the police. The words tumble out of me in a rush as I explain what happened. Yeah, you did the right thing filing this report, the officer says calmly. We'll keep an eye out for vehicles matching that description. Thanks, I say, but it doesn't really make me feel better. The rest of the night, I sit on my couch, curled up. with a blanket, staring at my phone. I keep thinking about her face, her voice. Get in the car.

The way she said it, it wasn't a request. It was an order. I don't know why she finally gave up, but I'm grateful she did. To this day, I still think about what might have happened if she hadn't. The end.