Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Terrifying Encounters Stalkers, Strangers, and Near-Kidnappings in North Carolina PART1 #57

Episode Date: November 4, 2025

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It was the middle of August back in 2008 when this whole unsettling thing happened to me, and to this day, I can still replay the scenes in my head like some old movie reel that refuses to fade out. I remember because it was one of those sticky North Carolina summer mornings, the kind where the sun is already blazing long before noon and the air feels heavy, like somebody draped a wet blanket over the whole town. I was in Wendendo, North Carolina, a sleepy little place that never looked like the kind of town where trouble would find you in broad daylight. But, as I've learned more than once in my life, weird and scary things rarely care about the setting.

That morning, I was in one of those moods I get every so often, the kind where I don't want to be around anybody. Sometimes it's not even because I'm mad at anyone in particular, I just wake up and feel like the idea of small talk, laughter, or any kind of social interaction is too much for my system. If you've ever been that way, you'll understand. If not, let me tell you, when it hits, the only cure is space. That morning was one of those times. So, I packed up a travel bag with what I considered the essentials, a couple bottles of water

because hydration is non-negotiable in that heat, my cigarettes because back then I leaned on them harder than I probably should have, a paperback novel that I had been halfway through, and a couple of beat-up notebooks where I scribbled down anything from story ideas to random lists. My plan was simple, find a quiet spot away from the crowds, away from the constant hum of other people, and just exist in peace for a few hours. The good thing about North Carolina is that if you know your way around, it offers a lot of little hideaways where you can sit down with a book, soak in some shade, and almost feel like the world's forgotten you. That was exactly what I wanted. Around 11 a.m., I started walking down a road that ran between the public library and a nursing home. I wasn't in any kind of hurry.

I just wanted to get to this little gully I knew about, tucked behind an apartment complex where a creek wound its way through some trees. I'd been there before. It wasn't just pretty, it was the kind of place where you could hear the trickle of water and the rustle of leaves more than you heard cars or voices. In summer, it was perfect. But as I walked down that road, enjoying the warm breeze, I noticed something that immediately shifted the mood of the day. A car was trailing me. At first, I didn't panic. Cars drive down that street all the time.

But the longer it stayed behind me, the heavier the air felt. The car itself looked like it had crawled out of a junkyard. It was one of those big old. sedans that probably had a lot of life once, back when it was new and maybe even classy, but now it was nothing more than a battered shell of its former self. It might have been white once upon a time, but years of grime had turned it into a murky gray, streaked with dirt like it had been through a hundred storms and not washed once. Its engine rattled loudly, clunky and uneven, like every part of it was trying too hard to hold together.

The worst part wasn't the car's appearance, though. It was the car's appearance, though. It was the men inside. As the sedan crept closer, I heard them. Cat calls. The kind of ugly words women get far too used to hearing, the kind that sting less with age but never stop being gross. Honestly, it wasn't anything new for me. Since I was around 10 years old, I dealt with that kind of nonsense. You learn to ignore it, to roll your eyes, to keep walking like your death. And that's exactly what I did. I didn't look at them. I didn't shout back. I just cut left, heading into the parking lot of the apartment complex. From experience, I knew that parking lot ended in a drop-off to a wooded gully with a creek running through it. In the past, I'd gone

down there just to sit on the big flat rocks and enjoy the shade. It was my little summer escape. Funny thing is, looking back now, I realized that Gully could have easily doubled as the kind of place you'd expect in a true crime documentary, the kind of place where someone might dump a body because hardly anybody went down there. That chilling thought didn't even cross my mind at the time. All I was thinking about was getting away from the car. At first, I thought my D-Dor would do the trick. But then I realized the sedan hadn't just driven past. It slowed down. Then it stopped. My stomach dropped. When I heard the distinct grind of gears and the squeal of tires as the car shifted into reverse, I froze for a split second. They were backing up, not just slowing down, not just watching me. They were actually reversing into the parking lot after me.

That was the moment the fear really hit me. See, I've had plenty of creepy experiences with men before. Unwanted attention, aggressive words, the occasional stalkerish vibe, but this was different. This wasn't just a comment shouted from a moving car. This was pursuit. And being chased, especially in broad daylight, has always been one of those nightmare scenarios that felt so terrifying in dreams but seemed too surreal to ever happen in real life. Except here it was. I didn't want to show them fear.

Call it pride, call it instinct, but I refused to break into a panicked run. Instead, I picked up my pace, stretching my stride and heading for the far end of the parking lot toward that gully. My plan was simple, if I could get down into the wooded area, they wouldn't be able to follow in their car. Surely, once the road ended, they'd give up. I could hear the engine behind me as I reached the drop off. I scrambled down, nearly twisting my ankle on the slope, but adrenaline pushed me faster than my clumsy body could keep up.

My heart hammered so loudly I could almost hear it over the roar of their engine. Finally, I landed on one of the big flat rocks at the bottom of the gully. I exhaled hard, a shaky laugh almost slipping out of me. Well, that's the last of them, I thought. But that little moment of relief didn't last long. Because then I heard the car again. The sedan had pulled up right to the edge of the pavement above, stopping exactly where I had scrambled down. For a moment, I didn't move.

I stood there on the rock, staring up, furious at myself for being scared but also furious at them for pushing this so far. My brain tried to reason it out, maybe they were meeting someone at the apartments, maybe they weren't after me, maybe this was all in my head. I wanted so badly to believe this was just some stupid misunderstanding. It seemed too insane to believe anyone would stalk me like this at 11 a.m. on a Sunday morning in such a quiet, uneventful part of town. But then I heard it. The car door creaking open. Then another. heavy footsteps and voices. I couldn't make out everything they were saying, but I caught enough to know it wasn't good.

The tone alone told me. There was laughter, rough and mean, and I kept hearing one word over and over again, a word I don't even want to type out because of the way it made my stomach clench. I don't think they could see me clearly through the trees and the slope, but I wasn't about to stick around and find out. I moved fast, slipping deeper into the wooded part of the gully. The trees were thick, their branches tangled, and for once, I was grateful. Shade is great on a hot day, but that morning, what I needed most was cover.

I ducked into a spot where I was completely hidden but still had a clear view of the car above. From there, I could watch them without being spotted. The sedan rattled, engine still running, like it was waiting for its next. move. And that's when it hit me, I had no cell phone. I had left mine at home with my mom because hers wasn't working. I thought I was doing a good thing, helping her out. But in that moment it was just terrible timing. I crouched in those trees, trying not to breathe too loud. I swear it couldn't have been more than a minute, but my panic made it feel like half an hour. My brain started spiraling, imagining every possible outcome, every way this could end badly.

Finally, the sedan backed away from the edge and disappeared from view. Relief washed over me. But almost instantly, a new wave of dread hit. If they circled the block and came around the other side, they'd have a clear line of sight to where I was hiding. My stomach flipped at the thought. So, I didn't hesitate. I sprinted out of the trees, back toward the rocks lining the creek, scrambling down lower where nobody from the road could see me unless they leaned over the edge and looked straight down. My heart was racing, my lungs burning, but I kept moving because the one thing I knew for sure was that standing still would be the dumbest mistake of all. And that, was only the beginning.

To be continued.