Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Surviving the Shadows Assault, Bullying, and a Terrifying Chase from NYC to Upstate PART3 #31

Episode Date: October 31, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #survivalfear #traumaticpast #stalkedandhunted #darkescape #psychologicalsurvival  “Surviving the Shadows: Assault, Bullying, and a Terrifying Chase from NYC to Upstate PART 3” brings the gripping story to its climax. After enduring relentless bullying, violent encounters, and a terrifying pursuit, the protagonist faces the ultimate test of survival. This chapter explores the fragile line between fear and resilience, revealing the haunting aftermath of trauma and the strength it takes to survive the shadows.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, survivalclimax, traumaticordeal, assaultaftermath, bulliedsurvivor, chasedtotheend, urbanterror, upstatenightmare, huntedescape, chillingresolution, darktruths, psychologicalordeal, fearandresilience, survivalhorror, shadowedmemories

Saved by a stranger, haunted by the past. I've told this story a few times over the years, and honestly, people usually don't believe me right away. It sounds like something ripped out of a movie or a badly written thriller novel. But every single thing I'm about to tell you really happened, and it stayed with me for almost a decade. It all started with two guys who made my life absolute hell at school, Frankie and Johnny. If you've ever dealt with bullies, you know how it feels to wake up every day with that knot in your stomach, already dreading what's waiting for you in the hallway or the cafeteria. These two weren't just your average kids throwing names around, they thrived on intimidation,

humiliation, and straight-up violence. They were older, stronger, and carried this kind of energy that made everyone else stay out of their way. Unfortunately, I became their favorite target. For months, they wouldn't leave me alone. If they weren't shoving me into lockers, they were mocking my family, my background, the way I dressed. It was non-stop. Teachers sometimes noticed, sometimes pretended not to see.

That's how it usually goes in school, right? The bullies are obvious, but unless someone ends up in the hospital, it's just kids being kids. Things escalated to the point where they followed me outside of school. They figured out where I lived. They'd shout insults from across the street, throw stuff at our front yard, and once, they even keyed my dad's car. That was the level of obsession they had with making me miserable. The incident that changed everything happened when my family decided to spend a long weekend

at our country house upstate. It was supposed to be a break, a breather away. from the constant stress of the city and, of course, the two demons who had attached themselves to my existence. I thought I'd finally have a few peaceful days surrounded by trees, fresh air, and the quiet of the countryside. But peace didn't last long. On the second day, out of nowhere, Frankie and Johnny appeared. To this day, I still don't know how they found out where our country house was or how they managed to get all the way up there. It was. wasn't a short trip, and it wasn't like I ever bragged about the place in school. But somehow,

there they were, like shadows I couldn't shake off. When I first saw them, my stomach dropped so hard I felt sick. I knew right then and there this wasn't going to end with some harmless name-calling. They cornered me near the woods, pushing me around, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. My parents weren't around at that moment, and for the first time, I really thought they might go too far, like, past the point of just bruises and humiliation. And then, something totally unexpected happened. This hunter, some random man who happened to be in the woods that day, stepped in. He was carrying a rifle, and while he didn't aim it directly at anyone, the sight of him was

enough to change the entire energy of the situation. He told the bullies to back off. At first, they laughed, probably thinking he was bluffing, but when he chambered around, the sound was enough to make them freeze. I'll never forget the way his voice cut through the air, steady, firm, absolutely serious. He wasn't about to let two teenagers terrorize a kid on his watch. That moment probably saved me from something much worse. Now, when I later told people what happened, they had trouble believing me. It sounded insane, right? Two bullies somehow following me hours away from the city, a random hunter stepping in like some guardian angel.

But my parents did the right thing, they went to the police. At first, the officers were skeptical. But after talking to the hunter, who backed up my entire story, their faces changed. Shock. Concern. They realized this wasn't just some kid exaggerating about bullies, this was real. We all agreed to head down to the local police station, even though there was a risk the hunter could get into trouble for firing his rifle in a restricted area. Luckily, the cops were understanding.

They let him off with just a warning, recognizing that under the circumstances, he probably prevented a serious crime. That moment, sitting in the police station with my parents in the lobby, officers taking our statements, felt surreal. I'd gone from being the kid who nobody believed when I complained about bullying to suddenly being taken seriously. The authorities even said they'd contact my school back in the city, which lifted this huge weight off my shoulders. And sure enough, by the time Monday rolled around, everything had shifted. Before classes even started, I got called into the principal's office. I thought I was in trouble at first, because, you know, years of being bullied conditions you to expect punishment even when you're the victim.

But the news floored me. Frankie and Johnny had both been expelled. On top of that, the school mentioned criminal charges were being considered. Since they were still teenagers, the harshest punishment they could expect was a stint in juvenile but honestly, just knowing they were gone was enough for me. I walked out of that office lighter than I'd felt in years. From that point on, school became tolerable. Not perfect, there were still the occasional idiots who'd throw around names, but it never

got physical again. I learned to shrug it off, to not let words stick to me the way they used to. Life went on. I never heard from Johnny again. He disappeared completely from my radar. But Frankie, well, fate had one last encounter in store for me. In 2019, almost a decade after everything happened, I was walking around Times Square. It was one of those crowded evenings, lights everywhere, tourists clogging the sidewalks, that whole overwhelming New York energy.

Out of nowhere, I saw him. Frankie. Walking in the opposite direction, just a few feet away. He didn't notice me. Or maybe he did and just chose to keep walking. Either way, I froze. For a split second, I thought about stopping him, about asking all the questions that had haunted me for years. How did you and Johnny find us upstate? How did you even know where the country house was? and the bigger question, why? Why were you so obsessed with making my life hell? Why did you and Johnny put so much energy into being racist, psychotic bullies?

But I didn't stop him. I just watched him disappear into the crowd. That was the last time I ever saw him. I've moved past it, mostly. Time has a way of dulling even the sharpest wounds. But every once in a while, especially late at night when my mind drifts, the memory comes back. That weekend at the country house, the fear in the woods, the hunter stepping in like some bizarre twist of fate, it all replays like a film I can't quite stop. It's a reminder, I guess.

A reminder that there will always be people in this world who thrive on cruelty. People who live to make others suffer. But it's also a reminder that sometimes, in the unlikeliest moments, someone will step in and change everything. And maybe, just maybe, that's enough to keep me going. Now, if the story ended there, it would have been neat, tied up, almost too clean. But life doesn't always work like that. Because after all those years of silence, whispers started reaching me about something else,

something darker, connected in ways I never expected. reports started surfacing about people going missing. Citizens of RPP, they called it. The details were vague, scattered, like puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit together. Some said survivors were hiding in forests, not too far from restricted zones. Others said those who had lasted this long had already absorbed lethal doses of radiation, making survival impossible. But the talk wasn't just about survival.

It was about being dealt with, about eliminating the ones who shouldn't still be alive. There were tracks, signs, questions nobody seemed to want to answer. Was it the Americans? Was it someone else? All I know is this, there's always a reason to be afraid. Always something lurking just beyond what we understand. And though my story with Frankie and Johnny might have ended, that larger shadow, that sense that something bigger and darker was always just out of sight, never really went away. The end.