Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Stalked by My Dangerous Ex Years of Fear, Threats, Break-Ins and a Life on Edge PART1 #30

Episode Date: October 21, 2025

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Horror. Crazy X. The story of how my life turned into a nightmare. All right, let me just start from the beginning, because if I don't set the stage, none of this is going to make sense. This isn't one of those cute breakup stories you laugh about years later. This is the kind of crap that makes you check your locks three times before bed, glance over your shoulder at the grocery store, and wonder if karma is punishing you for every dumb choice you've ever made. So yeah, this is the story of me and crazy. And trust me, I'm not using that name just for laughs. That's what she is, through and through.

Unstable, manipulative, and terrifying when she doesn't get her way. How it all started. We dated a couple of years ago. At first, it was fine, normal even. But like all ticking time bombs, you know, never really know when they're going to go off. After six months together, I had finally had enough and broke it off. I thought that was the end of it. People break up all the time, right? Wrong. That's where my nightmare actually began. For about six months after the breakup, Crazy kept calling and

texting me. At first, I did what most sane people would do. I ignored her. I figured she'd eventually get bored, move on, maybe find another poor guy to terrorize. But nope, she was patient, and I was stupid. One night, after I'd had way too much to drink, I did the one thing I shouldn't have done. I answered one of her texts. Yeah, I know, rookie mistake. But I was in that sad, pathetic, sentimental mood that alcohol always seems to bring out, and my brain decided, hey, what's the worst that could happen? Well, let me tell you, everything, everything is the worst that could happen. That one reply was like opening Pandora's box. Next thing I knew she was showing up at my apartment again, acting like nothing had ever happened. She wormed her way back into my life, and before I knew it,

we were together again, if you can call it that. We lasted another seven months before I finally snapped. She was manipulative, abusive, and demanded things like she was some toddler who just learned the word mine. If I didn't let her use my car whenever she wanted, she'd throw a tantrum. If I didn't give her money when she claimed she needed it, she'd scream at me, break things, or sulk for hours. It was like living with a toddler, except toddlers are actually cute sometimes. And don't even get me started on the violence. Crazy wasn't just emotionally manipulative. She was physically abusive, too. Once, she hit me in the face with a set of keys because I told her I was tired and didn't feel like going out. Who does that? Oh, right, crazy. The final straw, though, was when she started using meth.

Yeah, meth. She brought that garbage into my apartment, and I knew right then and there it was over. I tried to get her help, but of course, she twisted it around on me, claiming I was trying to change her and acting like I was the bad guy. So I gave up. I called her mom, told her to come get her daughter before I called the cops, and made it crystal clear. I was done, done with the lies, the drugs, the manipulation, all of it. I wanted nothing to do with her ever again. But here's the thing. Breaking up with crazy isn't like breaking up with a normal person. When a normal relationship ends, you deal with some awkward texts, maybe a sad playlist or two, and eventually you move on. But with crazy, that's just the beginning. When the real nightmare began. The day I officially

kicked her out was the day she started her little campaign of torment. She began with something straight out of a movie. She made a fake Craigslist ad in the escort section. She used a random picture, but she put my phone number as the contact. Within hours, my phone was blowing up with texts and calls from random guys who thought I was some kind of sex worker. I'm not exaggerating when I got over 500 messages in less than a week. 500 strangers blowing up my phone at all hours, asking about rates or when I was available. My voicemail filled up, my text inbox crashed, and that was just the beginning. One night, while my phone was buzzing nonstop, I noticed the security guard from my apartment complex circling my car in the parking lot. He was shining his flashlight

inside, like he was looking for something. I went outside and asked what the hell he was doing, and he tells me someone reported my car as abandoned. Abandoned. Abandoned. And and I drove that thing earlier that day. I had to show him my license and car title just to keep him from having it towed. All because crazy. Hi, I'm Darren Marler. Host of the Weird Darkness podcast. I want to talk about the most important tool in my podcast belt.

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hour date was. I didn't know it at the time, but Crazy had started giving out my address to guys she met online. I came home that night, sat down to relax, and heard a knock at the door. I checked the people and saw some random guy standing there. I ignored him, but then I saw him outside on his phone. So I yelled down from the balcony, asking what he wanted. He asked if Crazy was there. Turns out she had set up a dinner date with him and given him my appointment. apartment address like it was hers. I had to explain that she didn't live there anymore and that he needed to go check her mom's place. That same night, three more guys showed up, three, all looking for dinner dates with her. It was insane. And then the text started again, this time from crazy herself.

She sent me pictures of my apartment building with creepy little messages like, it's breezy in your apartment with the patio door open, or hope your dog finds his way back home. She was threatening me, messing with my head, making me wonder if she'd actually broken in while I was at work. When I got home, nothing was out of place, but the stress of it all was eating me alive. I kept ignoring her, hoping she'd eventually get bored and move on,

but crazy doesn't get bored. Crazy escalates. when the cops showed up. One night, I was watching TV when there was another knock at the door. I looked through the peephole and saw two cops standing there. Immediately my stomach dropped. I opened the door and they asked if I was such and such. I said yes, and they hit me with,

Only if you consider raping a young woman a problem. I swear to God, my heart stopped. She had filed a false police report saying I raped her. They asked where I had been for the past few hours. Thankfully, I had just gotten off work, so I told them to check with my employer. But the whole time, one of the officers kept looking at me like I was guilty. He even said, your car's still warm. Hi, I'm Darren Marler.

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That's S-P-R-E-A-K-E-R.com. You look guilty. Like, excuse me? Of course my car was warm. I had just driven home from work less than an hour ago. It didn't matter. Crazy had officially taken things to a whole new level. and now I was being accused of one of the worst crimes imaginable.

And that, my friends, was just the beginning. To be continued.