Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Surviving the Shadows Assault, Bullying, and a Terrifying Chase from NYC to Upstate PART1 #29

Episode Date: October 31, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #bullyingstories #truefear #NYCstories #traumatales #survivalhorror  Surviving the Shadows: Assault, Bullying, and a Terrifying Chase from NYC to Upstate PART 1” recounts the raw and unsettling journey of a person caught in the grip of fear. From the relentless trauma of bullying and violence to a desperate escape from New York City into the unknown dangers of upstate, this story exposes how quickly normal life can turn into a nightmare of survival.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, bullyingtrauma, assaultsurvivor, NYCfear, chasedbydanger, truefearstories, darkencounters, traumaticmemories, survivalnightmare, urbanhorror, fearandtrauma, nightmarishjourney, survivalstories, stalkedandhunted, hauntingpast

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.

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That city doesn't sleep, but sometimes it feels like it lurks, waiting for people like me, tipsy, tired, and just trying to make it back home without drama. This story isn't just one of those, Oh, I had a crazy night tales. No. This one carved itself into my memory in a way that I'll never be able to shake off. It started as a fun night with sports, drinks, and the buzz of the city,

and it ended with me curled up on the ground, bleeding, robbed, and realizing how fragile life really is. So let me walk you through it from the beginning, with all the messy details, because this is one of those nights that burned itself into my brain. The Nix game and the drinks before the trouble. I had gone into New York City to watch the Knicks play at Madison Square Garden. That alone was enough to hype me up because MSG isn't just any stadium, it's the stadium. Every time I step inside, it feels electric. That night, the energy was off the charts, and even though I didn't bring any friends with me,

I didn't really care. The thing about sports fans is you never really feel alone, especially after a couple of overpriced beers. Before the game, though, I decided to hit a nearby nightclub. I figured, why not? I had the whole night to myself. One drink turned into two, then three, and by the time I finally left, I was buzzed enough to know I definitely wasn't going to risk driving. Not in Manhattan.

Not at night. Not when the city seems like it's just waiting to eat you alive if you make one bad choice. I made my way to Penn Station, trying to focus on putting one foot in front of the other. I grabbed the train to Times Square and then walked to the Port Authority bus terminal. By then, it was really late, and when I got there, the place was empty. No crowds. No noise. Just me and the hum of fluorescent lights echoing through the deserted hallways. The first attack, Port Authority.

That emptiness should have been a... red flag, but in my state, I wasn't paying attention. Out of nowhere, I felt a hard shove from behind. I stumbled forward, hit the ground, and before I could even register what was happening, three people were on me. The kicks came fast and brutal, ribs, legs, back, even my head. I curled up into a ball, trying to shield myself. The concrete floor was freezing against my cheek, and every kick sent a wave of shock through my body. Then, just as quick as it started, I felt hands pulling at me.

My wallet was yanked out of my pocket. I was completely helpless, just laying there while they took what they wanted. Within seconds, the three of them bolted into the shadows, their footsteps echoing until I couldn't hear them anymore. I stayed down for a moment, shaking, my breathing heavy and ragged. My hands instinctively checked my pockets, wallet gone, cash gone, ID gone.

Somehow, they hadn't taken my phone. That little miracle probably saved me that night. I fumbled with it, pressing the power button five times in rapid succession, which triggered the emergency call function. The operator picked up, and I could barely get the words out between my trembling breaths. Help I was attacked. They, they took everything.

I'm at Port Authority. Please send someone. The dispatcher's calm voice tried to anchor me. Stay where you are. Officers are on the way. Don't move if you're hurt. I let out a shaky breath. My eyes shifted to the right,

and that's when I saw it, a knife on the ground. It must have fallen from one of their pockets. during the assault. A knife. The thought hit me like a punch, they could have killed me. They could have used that instead of their boots. I was lucky in the most twisted way possible. The police and EMTs arrived within five minutes. Flashing lights, hurried footsteps, the sound of radios crackling. They lifted me up carefully, put me on a stretcher, and rushed me to the hospital. That night, I spilled the whole story to the officers. The next morning, after treatment and paperwork, I was released.

My body hurt, my wallet was gone, my ID was stolen, and $300 cash had disappeared. 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 got every Champions Cup match exclusively live, plus action from the URC. 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. 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.

Don't let foot pain or discomfort hold you back. At foot solutions, we specialize in high quality supportive footwear and use the latest scanning technology to custom-make orthotics designed for your unique fit. If you want to free your feet in joints from pain, improve balance or correct alignment, book a free foot assessment at footsolutions.i or pop-in store today. Food Solutions, the first step towards pain-free feet. But I was alive. That was the only thing I kept repeating to myself.

You're alive. Money can be replaced. IDs can be replaced. You can't. Processing. the aftermath. The days after were a blur of bruises, phone calls, and anger. I stayed in touch with the investigators, but nothing ever came of it. No arrests. No suspects. New York swallows people like that, it's too big, too fast, too crowded. Unless they're caught in the act,

the chances of justice are slim. I thought about pressing charges if they were ever caught, but in the back of my mind, I wasn't even sure if it would happen. What ate at me more was the bigger picture, how normal these stories had become. I had become part of that statistic, another guy jumped in the city, another victim who could have just as easily ended up in the morgue. Still, I tried to move on. I told myself not to let fear own me. That's easier said than done. Another night, another game, this time the Rangers. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson. But no, sports are my weakness. A few weeks later, I decided to go back into the city, this time for a Rangers game at MSG, hockey nights are

sacred to me. It's one of those passions that gets in your blood and never leaves. I tried convincing some friends to come, but none of them were interested. Either they weren't into hockey or they were Islanders fans, which is basically the same as being sworn enemies. So, I went solo again. Inside the garden, the vibe was amazing. Beer in hand, surrounded by fellow Rangers fans, I felt like I belonged. Strangers turned into instant friends. We laughed, we cursed at the refs, we cheered every goal.

The Rangers ended up beating the Bruins, and as expected, Fist started flying toward the end of the game. That's just hockey. If Boston's on the ice, there's going to be blood. When the game ended, I joined the sea of fans pouring out of the arena. Eventually, the crowd thinned, and I broke away, heading toward the garage where I'd parked. I never used the lots right next to the stadium because leaving their takes forever. Instead, I park six or seven blocks away.

A little walk after all that beer never hurt. The second attack, the parking garage. That walk ended up being one of the worst decisions of my life. As I neared the garage, the streets grew quieter. The city buzz faded into the distance, replaced by my own footsteps echoing against the walls. I spotted my car ahead, relief starting to wash over me. That's when it happened. A towel came down hard over my head, blinding me.

Before I could react, I was yanked backward and slammed onto the cold pavement. My ribs screamed as heavy boots pummeled me from every angle. I tried to yell, but the blows knocked the air out of my lungs. Time blurred, I don't know if it was 30 seconds or three minutes. All I know is the pain was unbearable. Then I felt hands again, rifling through my pockets. My phone, wallet, car keys, all gone in seconds. I heard voices speaking Spanish, hurried and sharp. They must have thought I was unconscious because I didn't move.

Truth is, I was too beaten to even twitch. When their footsteps finally faded, I stayed still, waiting. My head throbbed, my chest burned, and I could taste blood pooling in my mouth. Eventually, I forced myself to roll over. Growning, I tried to push up, my arms shaking under my weight. I staggered to my feet, every movement sending pain shooting through me. My stomach twisted and I vomited onto the concrete, blood mixed in with the bile. I looked down, there was already a small pool of it beneath me. Somehow, I managed to shuffle about 50 feet to a payphone.

My fingers slipped against the buttons, but I dialed 911. My voice cracked as I told them what had happened. Two NYPD officers arrived quickly, their faces shifting from professional calm to shock as they saw me hunched over, bleeding. There's so much rugby on Sports Exeter 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, more. That's the URC and all the best European rugby all in the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than 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. Don't let foot pain or discomfort hold you back. At foot solutions, we specialize in high quality supportive footwear. And use the latest scanning technology to custom-make orthotics, designed for your unique feet. If you want to free your feet in joints from pain, improve balance or correct alignment, book a free foot assessment at footsolutions.com or pop in store today. Foot Solutions, the first step towards pain-free feet.

You didn't deserve what happened. And it doesn't have to define you. You don't have to carry it alone. I know a safe place where you can tell your story and you'll be believed. Call the Dublin Rape Crisis Centre National Helpline on 1-800-78-8-8-8. Whenever you're ready to talk, they'll be ready to listen. Barely able to breathe. They called for an ambulance immediately.

At the hospital, the diagnosis came in, two fractured ribs. Morphine dulled the pain, but not the reality of what had just happened. My car, at least, had been found, it never left the garage, just got towed to an impound lot. Of course, they still made me pay to get it back. Because in New York, the city itself will rob you if the people don't. And so, another night ended with me broken, humiliated, and angrier than ever. Reflection It's wild to think about how quickly life can flip.

One moment you're cheering for your team, laughing with strangers, buzzing with excitement. The next, you're on the ground, tasting your own blood, begging your body to move. Both those nights taught me something ugly about the city I love. As much as I adore the energy, the sports, the nightlife, there's a dark side waiting in the shadows. People don't talk about it enough or worse, they accept it as normal. But it shouldn't be normal. People should be able to walk to their car, ride the subway, or leave a stadium without fearing for their lives. And yet here I am, telling my story is proof that this is the reality.

And I can promise you this much, if the cops ever catch the people who did this to me, I'll press charges without hesitation. But until then, all I can do is share my story, and warn others. To be continued.