Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Terrifying Encounters at Home, Work and Night Security That Still Haunt the Victims PART2 #36

Episode Date: October 12, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #nightsecurityhorror #hauntedworkplaces #realhorrorstories #creepyencounters #terrifyingmoments  In Part 2, the fear intensifies as the victims face even darker encounters at home, work, and during late-night security shifts. What began as unsettling experiences now escalate into truly haunting moments that blur the line between reality and nightmare, leaving the victims permanently scarred by what they endured.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, nightsecurityhorror, hauntedworkplaces, creepyhomeencounters, disturbingstories, realhorrorstories, survivalhorrorstories, paranormalencounters, unsettlingevents, workplacehorror, terrifyingnights, strangehorrorstories, hauntednarratives, stalkerencounters, part2horrorstories

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So this story happened to me about two years ago, right when I was still fresh at my current job. I had just finished my first month working there, and honestly, I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary. I mean, sure, weird things happen in security work, but this particular night, this night sticks with me like a scar that never really fades. For the record, I still work there. I'm a 38-year-old guy, and security has pretty much been my bread and butter most of my adult life. Mostly graveyard shifts.

Yeah, the night shifts no one really wants. Before this job, I was doing events security. You know, concerts, festivals, big arenas, those kinds of places where you see every type of human being crammed into one space. Drunk people, high people, angry people, crying people, I've seen it all. Let's just say I'm not the type of thing. scare easy. Panic isn't in my usual playbook. When things go sideways, I can usually keep my head straight and just deal with it. The place I'm at now, totally different vibe. It's a resort-style apartment complex, pretty upscale, honestly. Imagine a big block of fancy apartments with all the bells and

whistles, swimming pools, hot tubs, a small movie theater, even a golf course out back. It's the kind of place where retired doctors, lawyers, and rich folks come to live the good life. You also get some younger professionals, stockbrokers, real estate people, that sort of crowd. Some only stay during the summer months and then vanish when the snow starts falling. The whole property is set in this touristy town in the U.S. that always has visitors, so you can imagine the kind of attention this place gets. Now let me paint you a clearer picture of the layout. Three floors, each with 50 a The entire building takes up an entire city block. There are 12 exits on the first floor alone.

By 11 p.m., those doors get locked from the outside. People inside can still leave, but if you want back in after that, you either need to go to the front lobby and buzz in, or you use one of the call boxes outside by the exits. Pretty standard setup. The front lobby looks like a hotel entrance with big sliding glass doors. There's also a set of sliding doors in the main side of sliding doors of sliding doors in the middle of the building that lead to the private parking lot.

And yeah, that parking lot is gated. You need a code to get in. So here's where things start. It was mid-summer. Normally, the weather in this town is mild. Nights are cool, sometimes even chilly. But this particular night, man, it was still warm even after the sun had gone down. I showed up around 10.50 p.m. to start my shift. My co-worker was finishing up her day shift, and we did the usual handoff. She gave me the keys, the logbook, and the company phone. She also let me know about a little issue. One of the side iron gates leading to the parking lot was stuck open.

Not the first time it's happened. Those things jam all the time. She said the repair crew would be in the next day to fix it, but until then, I should make sure to do extra patrols out back. This complex sits across the street from a public park. Now, the neighborhood itself isn't too bad, but the park, different story. At night, you get your fair share of homeless people, druggies, and sketchy characters hanging out there. Sometimes they wander toward the property

looking for trouble. Nothing too wild usually, but enough to keep you on your toes. Now, security at this place is simple. We're not cops. We're just the eyes and ears. My weapons are a flashlight, pepper spray, a set of keys, and a company cell phone. That's it. No handcuffs, no taser, No gun. If something dangerous happens, the policy is, observe, call the police, and defend yourself only if you absolutely have to. So really, it's a lot of walking the grounds, checking doors, monitoring the cameras in the security office, and logging any incidents. Easy enough gig. That night started off boring. I locked up the lobby doors, locked the parking lot sliders, did my sweep of all three floors and ended up back at the desk. Quiet as a graveyard, which is ironic considering the

shift. Around 3 a.m., I finally sat down to eat my lunch, and that's when things got weird. The company's cell phone rang. Caller ID showed it was coming from one of the outside call boxes. That's not unusual. Sometimes residents forget their keys or buzz in late. So I picked up and answered in my usual line. Thanks for calling. This is security officer James. How can I help you. But instead of a voice asking to be let in, all I heard was heavy breathing, just someone on the other end breathing into the phone. I glanced at the cameras and saw a figure standing just outside one of the doors, but they were far enough back that the camera didn't catch much detail. All I could see was the call box with the cord stretched out. I asked again how I could

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the kind you hear in horror movies right before something terrible happens. Then, silence. I got up from my chair, planning to head toward the door he was at, but before I could, the phone rang again. This time it was another call box, number two, further down the building. I switched the camera feed and saw the figure more clearly. He was big, wearing a hooded jacket, which already seemed odd because of how warm it was outside. In his hand, he was carrying a black bag. His back was turned to the camera. Then he spoke.

In this raspy, deep voice, he said, I'm coming for you, and you're going to die. Click, he hung up. The phone rang again, and before he could say anything, I told him the cops were already on their way, and he needed to leave. He didn't respond. Instead, I watched on the cameras as he ran to another call box.

This guy was fast, way too fast. The doors outside are spaced pretty far apart, but he made it there like he was sprinting at full speed. He picked up the phone again and said, I can see you. Are you ready to die? The cops won't make it here in time. My heart was pounding, but I forced myself to stay calm. I pretended to talk to another guard, telling him loudly to send three months. more officers to such and such location and that the police were already dispatched. I wanted this guy to

think he wasn't dealing with just one guard. He slammed the phone down and I watched him bolt into the darkness toward the park. I figured I had scared him off. I thought about calling the police right away, but honestly, I knew how slow response times could be for this area. By the time they showed up, this guy would probably be long gone. I checked the cameras, then did another patrol outside with my pepper spray in hand. No one was there. So I went back inside, wrote the incident down in the logbook, and tried to settle back down. About 30 minutes later, just as I finished my food and was getting ready for another sweep, the phone rang. This time it was from an unknown number. I figured it was a resident, maybe calling from their cell. I picked up and said my usual line. Where are the cops? I don't

see them. But I see you. It was him again. My stomach drop. I scanned the cameras. Nothing. I went to the front doors and looked out into the dark. Nothing, but the faint glow of the floodlights. Then he spoke again. I know you're alone, and you're going to die soon. I cursed him out and hung up. Enough was enough. I called the police non-emergency line and told the dispatcher what was happening. She said she'd send an officer out to check the area and come make contact with me. Relief, right? Except almost a immediately. after I hung up, I heard a loud bang against the glass window of the day manager's office, which sits right across from the security room.

Three more bangs. I ran over, unlocked the door, pulled the shade up, and shined my flashlight into the darkness. And there he was. The guy was standing there, hoods still up, but I could see his face now. Stringy hair, wild eyes, maybe in his 40s. He grinned at me, a wide, unhinged grin. and then slammed his head into the glass. Over and over.

He busted his head open and blood started smearing across the window. I yelled at him that the cops were coming and he needed to get the hell out. That's when he pulled out the biggest butcher knife I've ever seen. He pressed it against the glass and made a slicing motion like he was cutting his throat, like he was promising what he'd do to me. Adrenaline shot through me. Pepper spray wasn't going to cut it. no way was I opening that door. I backed out of the office, locked the door behind me, and ran back to

the security room. Meanwhile, he went berserk on the call boxes. He ripped every single phone off the hooks, one by one. That meant the company phone was ringing nonstop, jamming the line. I checked the cameras, and my stomach dropped. The sliding garage doors were open. Residents sometimes unlocked them coming in late, but with this psycho out there, worst-case. scenario. I sprinted across the building, cutting through banquet rooms, trying to make it to the garage. As I got there, I saw him charging up the path. I barely managed to slide the door shut and lock it before he reached it. He slammed against the glass, over and over, but it held. I locked the second set of doors too, just in case. He laughed, howled, waved that knife at me, then ran off

into the dark again. I called the cops again, this time from my personal cell. I told the dispatcher the man had a knife and was bleeding everywhere. She said officers were on the way. Meanwhile, I locked myself back in the security room, glued to the cameras. At one point, he... On the many days of Christmas, the Guinness Storehouse brings to thee. A visit filled with festivity. Experience a story of Ireland's most iconic beer in a stunning Christmas setting at the Guinness Storehouse.

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Five minutes later, finally, a cop pulled up. Just one officer. I explained everything, showed him the footage, even printed out a...