Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Terrifying Encounters in North Carolina Near-Abductions, Stalkers, and Escapes PART3 #76

Episode Date: November 6, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #NCterrifyingencounters #nearabductions #stalkerhorrorstories #escapestories #truecrimestories  Part 3 concludes the North Carolina series, detailing more near-abductions, relentless stalkers, and tense escapes. These chilling true stories illustrate how ordinary moments can turn terrifying, highlighting the fear, danger, and courage involved in surviving real-life threats.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, truehorrorstories, NCencounters, nearabductionstories, stalkerencounters, escapehorrorstories, creepyexperiences, unsettlingmoments, chillingencounters, survivalstories, terrifyingmoments, realhorrorstories, spookytales, nightmarestories, frighteningexperiences

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Like being afraid of the dark, or monsters under the bed, or clowns. Usually, when you get older, you laugh about those things. They shrink into nothing. But not this one. This one became real for me. It was the exact night. I used to imagine every night before bed, and it happened right in front of my face. It all started in the middle of the night. I was only a little kid, but I can still picture

the way the lamp outside my window glowed through the curtains. I'd finally listen to my older brother and left the curtains open, something I hated doing. I thought maybe if I did, I'd finally look brave in his eyes. That night, though, I learned the hard way that sometimes fears exist for a reason. I woke up to the sound of wood creaking. The porch outside my bedroom window had this particular groan whenever anyone walked on it. I knew that sound like I knew my own heartbeat. At first, I told myself, you're imagining it.

Go back to sleep. It's nothing. But then I saw it. A shadow slid across the glow of the lamp outside. It wasn't some vague. shape, either, it was a person. My stomach dropped. I sat up, eyes wide, and that's when I saw him.

There was someone standing right outside my window. His hands were cupped against the glass, his face pressed close, peering in like he was choosing something off a shelf. It was literally my worst fear made real. Panic shot through my whole body like electricity. I didn't scream. I couldn't. My voice was gone. Instead, I just bolted. In the process of running out of my room, I felt warm liquid rushed down my legs. Yeah, I pissed myself. At that age, fear did that to me.

I don't even feel embarrassed admitting it now, if you've been in my shoes, you might have done the same. I sprinted barefoot down the hallway to my parents' bedroom, heart pounding so hard it hurt. And right then, while I was running, I heard it, the rattle of the front doorknop. The guy wasn't content with just staring. He was trying to get inside. My dad goes outside. I burst into my parents' room, gasping, tripping over my own words as I told them what I saw. My dad didn't even hesitate.

He jumped out of bed, grabbed his shotgun in one hand, a flashlight in the other, and stormed toward the door. The next 30 minutes felt like an eternity. I sat on the edge of the bed with my mom and my brother, listening to every single sound outside. The wind whistling through the trees, the snow crunching under boots, the echo of my dad's flashlight beam clicking on and off. When my dad finally came back in, his face was pale and sweaty. He looked like he'd just seen something he couldn't quite process. He didn't yell. He didn't panic. He just told us quietly to go back to bed.

Of course, my brother and I didn't sleep. We sat in the dark, straining our ears, desperate to hear what he'd tell Mom. And then we heard it. He told her he'd found a makeshift camp about half a mile into the woods, just off a logging trail. There was a tarp strung up, blankets laid out, someone had been living there for a while. But here's the scariest part, he'd lost sight of the guy. One minute he was there, the next he was gone, vanished into the dark forest. My dad said he tore the camp apart before coming back.

It was his way of making sure whoever it was wouldn't come back to it. The police showed up not long after. They took statements, asked questions, even walked the woods with flashlights. But in the end, they found. nothing. No suspect. No more tracks. Just the eerie silence of winter. The cops figured the guy had moved on, maybe realizing he'd been caught. And in truth, we never saw him again. But the damage had already been done. I was scarred for life. From that night on, I never left my windows uncovered again. Not once. Even now as an adult,

I pull the curtains tight before I can relax. That rule is burned into me. My mom's story, a stalker in 1979. Collini, did you know of your age between 25 and 65? Well, you can get a free HPV cervical check. It's one of the best ways to protect yourself from cervical cancer. And you know what? I actually checked only recently when mine was due and no exaggeration.

It took me less than five minutes. You go online to hse.e. forward slash cervical check. Put in your PPS number. check in the date of birth and then they tell you when your next appointment is due.

Oh my God I know. I know. And you can check her on the register on the website so you can phone [phone].

If your test is due today you can book it today are hSC. dot IE 4 slash servile check. There's so much rugby on sports extra from Sky they've asked me to read

the whole lot at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter sports extra is jampacked with rugby for the first time we've put every Champions Cup

match exclusively live plus action from the URC the Challenge Cup and much more. That's the URC and all the best on the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jump back 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. Stand-upressing applies after 12 months for the terms apply. As I got older, I realized this kind of fear ran in the family. My mom had her own encounter years before mine, back when she was in college in North Carolina. It was 1979, and she was just a student trying to get through her classes.

Life was supposed to be simple, books, papers, coffee, late night studying. But one evening, as she was walking home from class, she noticed something. A car. A big, boxy car that seemed to be trailing her. At first she thought, maybe it's a coincidence. Maybe they just happened to be going the same way. But the longer it went on, the more obvious it became. This wasn't coincidence.

Someone was following her. She tried to ignore it, but fear crept in. Then, thank God, she spotted a police car parked at a gas station. Without hesitation, she ran straight to it. The second she did, the car that had been following her peeled off like it had never been there. Relieved, she figured it was over. She walked the rest of the way home, her heart slowly calming down. For a while, everything seemed fine.

But when she had to cross a small footbridge into her neighborhood, the nightmare started again. That same car came roaring around the corner, tires squealing. The driver rolled down his window and called out, trying to make small talk. Then he asked if she wanted a ride. She said no and started to walk away. That's when he reached out and grabbed her arm, trying to yank her into the car. Mom managed to jerk free, adrenaline flooding her veins. She sprinted across the street to a random house and banged on the door.

The car peeled away into the night. You'd think that would be the end of it. You'd hope. But creeps like that don't just disappear. The man in the living room. Two weeks later, my mom was woken up by her roommate screaming. She rushed out of her room. and froze. There he was. The same man, standing in the middle of their living room,

staring at her. She said his face wasn't angry, wasn't even wild. It was calculating. Like he was trying to decide what to do next. Her roommate yelled at him, Who the hell are you? What are you doing here? He didn't miss a beat. He stammered, uh, I. I forgot my guitar. Then he grabbed a guitar that was leaning against the wall. The problem? It wasn't his. The roommate screamed, that's my guitar.

In a panic, the guy dropped it on the floor and bolted. Later, when my mom and her roommate reported it, the apartment manager admitted something that still makes my blood boil. A few days earlier, a man had come by claiming he was a family friend of my mom's. He said he wanted to surprise her. And unbelievably, the manager spilled everything, where my mom worked, where she went to school, her schedule, all of it. Even back in the 70s, that was a massive invasion of privacy. My mom lost it on the manager, as anyone would. That man had handed a stalker the keys to her life. After that, she never saw him again.

Not for years. But the damage, like with me, was permanent. To be continued.