Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Surviving the Shadows Assault, Bullying, and a Terrifying Chase from NYC to Upstate PART2 #30

Episode Date: October 31, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #survivalstories #bullyingtrauma #urbanescape #nightmarefuel #psychologicalhorror  “Surviving the Shadows: Assault, Bullying, and a Terrifying Chase from NYC to Upstate PART 2” continues the harrowing account of survival. As the chase intensifies, the protagonist is forced to confront both external dangers and inner scars left by relentless bullying and violence. This chapter unfolds with chilling tension, where each step toward safety only reveals new threats lurking in the shadows.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, survivaljourney, chasedbyfear, assaulttrauma, bulliedpast, urbanescape, hauntedmemories, traumaticexperience, NYCterror, huntedandafraid, shadowedpursuit, chillingordeal, darksurvival, fearstricken, psychologicalnightmare

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I was born and raised in New York City, and by the time this story begins, I was in high school. Life in the city is already tough, but being a practicing Muslim made it ten times harder. I got bullied a lot, especially in middle school. People made jokes, called me names, made ignorant comments. Most of the time I could brush it off, but there were two kids in particular, Frankie and Johnny, who didn't just tease me, they went all in, like they made it their personal mission to make my life hell. Frankie and Johnny were the kind of bullies you see in movies, except in real life they're scarier because you can't just hit pause or fast forward through their nonsense.

They shoved me into lockers, tripped me in the hallways, chased me after school. One time, they actually ganged up and shoved my head into a toilet. That one stuck with me the most because I walked out of the bathroom drip and, humiliated, and when my so-called friends saw me, they didn't do anything. Funny how some of them liked to post about social injustice and how Islamophobia was wrong, but when it came time to step up in real life, they were silent. Anyway, that was life in the city, constant stress, constant fear of running into those two idiots. So when December rolled around, I was looking forward to a break. My parents had a small countryside house near the Catskill Mountains.

They loved going there every so often to escape the chaos of New York. That particular year, they planned a trip for the first weekend of December and asked me if I wanted to come. Of course I did. But I didn't want to spend the whole weekend stuck with just my parents, so I invited my best friend Jaden to come with us. Jaden wasn't just any friend, he'd been with me since the first grade. We'd gone through all kinds of things together, and he was one of the few people who actually had my back when Frankie and Johnny were on the prowl. If anyone deserved a quiet weekend in the woods with me, it was him.

We left the city on a Friday evening around six. The drive wasn't too long, maybe two and a half hours. I stared out the window the whole time, watching the city skyline fade into smaller towns, then patches of forest, until finally we reached that peaceful countryside. We pulled up to the house at about 8.30, unloaded everything, and then went straight to bed. The next morning, Jaden and I woke up with a plan. My parents weren't much into hiking, but Jaden and I had been geocoshing since we were kids. If you've never heard of it, geocoshing is basically a treasure hunt with a GPS.

Yes. People hide containers in random spots, sometimes in trees, sometimes under rocks, and you use coordinates to find them. We'd done it all over the city, but the idea of doing it in a giant forest was exciting. My parents gave us permission, but with a limit. For hours, they said, no more. They didn't want us wandering off too far. That was fine with us. Four hours was plenty. Four hours was plenty. We packed some water, snacks, and our phones with the geocoshing app, then headed into the forest. The air was crisp, the sky bright, and for once, I felt like nothing could go wrong. We were free. An hour and a half in, we'd already found four caches. Each one was hidden in clever spots, inside a hollow log, under a flat rock, tucked in the crook of a tree. We laughed every time we found one, like little kids on a treasure hunt, even though we were technically too old for that kind of thing.

By the time we made it to a waterfall, we were on a roll. The next cache was supposed to be about half a mile away. We checked the GPS, adjusted our route, and started walking. That's when we heard it, footsteps behind us. At first, I thought maybe it was a deer or something. The forest is full of animals, right? But when we turned around, my stomach dropped. What I saw was scarier than any horror movie I'd ever watched.

Standing there, only a few yards away, were Frankie and Johnny. For a moment, my brain couldn't even process it. How? How the hell could they be here? These guys were supposed to be back in the city, not miles deep into a forest hours away. My first thought was maybe their families had a cabin out here too. But then I wondered, did they actually follow us? The idea was insane, but the way they stood there, staring at us like they'd been waiting for this moment, made my blood run cold.

What the hell are you two doing here? I shouted, my voice cracking between fear and anger. How did you even find us? Johnny smirked and Frankie pulled something from his pocket. My heart stopped when I saw it. A knife. Not a little pocket knife either. A big one.

You thought you could escape us by coming out here. Johnny sneered. I don't think so. Before I could even react, Johnny sprinted at me. He was bigger than me, stronger too. He slammed me to the ground and held me down, his weight crushing me so hard I could barely breathe. My face scraped against the dirt as he shoved my head toward the edge of the waterfall. There were no railings, nothing to stop me from going over.

Stop! Jaden shouted. I looked up and saw Frankie holding him down, the knife glinting in his hand. My best friend's face was pale with fear. I kicked, struggled, clawed at Johnny's arms, but it was useless. He was too strong. And then he leaned close to my ear and hissed, This is what you deserve. You people killed my uncle. His voice was full of venom, his eyes wild. I froze. What was he even talking about? My family was American. We'd never hurt anyone. But he didn't. care. I begged. I pleaded with him not to do it. My words came out rushed and broken,

but none of it mattered. His grip tightened, and I could feel the spray of the waterfall on my face as he pushed me closer to the edge. And then, bang. A gunshot echoed through the forest. Johnny jerked, then let go of me immediately. I scrambled away, gasped. I scrambled away, gasped. for air, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would explode. Standing behind us was a man in full hunting gear, holding a rifle. Before you assume anything, yes, we were in a non-hunting zone of the state park. But this forest bordered private property where hunting was allowed. There was a fence separating the two areas, but there were plenty of ways to slip through.

This guy must have been hunting nearby when he heard the commotion and came running. The gunshot wasn't aimed at us. He'd fired into the air to scare them off. You two, the man barked at Frankie and Johnny, let them go and get the hell out of here. For once, the bullies looked scared. They exchanged a glance, then bolted into the trees, disappearing into the forest. The hunter lowered his rifle slightly and looked at us. You boys okay.

I nodded, though my body was still shaking. Jaden looked like he was about to collapse. Come on, the man said. I'll walk you back. We didn't argue. We were terrified that Frankie and Johnny might circle back, and the thought of wandering alone through the forest after that was unbearable. So we followed him.

On the way back, he asked who those two were. I told him the truth. They were bullies from school, kids who had made my life miserable, and somehow they had followed us all the way from the city to this forest. The man shook his head, his expression grim. That's dangerous, he said. People who'd go that far, they're not just bullies anymore. They could have killed you.

His word sent a chill through me, because deep down, I knew he was right. If that hunter hadn't shown up when he did, Jaden never. and I might not have made it back. Fifteen minutes later, we stepped out of the forest and onto my parents' property. My parents were standing outside, their faces full of confusion and panic as they saw us walking back with a stranger holding a rifle. We had a lot of explaining to do. We told them everything, from the moment we heard footsteps, to the knife, to the gunshot.

My parents' faces went pale. They thanked the hunter for saving us, but they also didn't know what to do next. Because here's the thing, if Frankie and Johnny could find me out here, in the middle of nowhere, what was stopping them from coming back? And that was only the beginning. To be continued.