Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Terrifying Encounters with Fake Cops and Stalkers That Could Have Ended in Murder PART2 #74

Episode Date: October 27, 2025

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When my mom told me this story for the very first time, I remember feeling my stomach twist into a knot. I was sitting there wide-eyed, hanging on every word, and the more she explained, the more I realized how easily everything could have ended in tragedy. It all started with those chilling words, I'll let you off with a warning. That's what the man said before he slid back into his grey car and drove away into the night. My mom stood there frozen for a second, her heart hammering so hard she swore she could feel it in her ears. Then, instinct kicked in. She spun around, rushed my brother and sister into the house, locked the door behind them, and collapsed into tears. She hugged them so tightly it was almost painful, overwhelmed with relief that they were still safe.

My dad, who had stepped outside at just the right moment, tried to calm her down. He told her something that stuck with her forever. He said, I don't know what it was, but I had a gut feeling. Something pulled me outside at that exact second. Call it instinct, call it God, call it a guardian angel, whatever it was, I know it wasn't random. And that's how my parents explained it to us later. They truly believed that night they were protected by something bigger than themselves. Because here's the part that still gives me chills, the man somehow already knew that my mom had kids.

He knew that she drove them home from practice at the same time every single weeknight. That wasn't a coincidence. That was stalking. That was someone who had been watching our family long enough to learn our habits, our schedule, our vulnerabilities. But here's the thing, it didn't end there. The bus stop incident. About two weeks later, life went back to something resembling normal. Or at least, that's what we thought.

I had just come back from school with my brother. We always rode the same bus, and we were the only two kids who got off at our stop. From there, it was just a three-minute walk home, easy, safe, familiar. That day, though, something felt off. As the bus slowed near our stop, my brother's hand shot out and gripped my shoulder hard. Don't move, he whispered. His eyes were locked on something outside. I followed his gaze and felt my blood run cold.

Parked just a little ways down the road was a gray car. Not just any gray car. The gray car. The one from before. That's him, my brother whispered, his voice barely audible. That's the guy that followed us. I craned my neck to see more clearly. Inside the car, the man was sitting perfectly still, just staring at the bus.

Not moving, not pretending to do anything else, just watching. Panic bubbled up in my chest. I turned immediately to the bus driver and blurted everything out in one breath, that guy, that car, he followed us before, he tried to get my mom, please don't let us get off here. The bus driver glanced at the car, then back at us. His face darkened. All right, he said firmly. You two sit right behind me. Don't move. We scrambled into the seat right behind his chair. The rest of the kids on the bus were confused, whispering and staring, but the driver. But the The driver ignored them.

Instead of letting us off, he pressed the gas and drove us all the way to our house. He pulled into the driveway and dropped us off right at the front door. We bolted out of the bus and ran straight to our dad, who was home that day. Breathless, we told him, Dad. He's back. The man, the car, it's here again. At first, my dad tried to play it off, maybe for our sake. It could just be a coincidence, he said slowly.

But then, as he looked past us, his expression changed. His eyes went wide. I turned to follow his gaze, and sure enough, the grey car was creeping down our road, moving unervingly slow. As it reached our house, the man behind the wheel locked eyes with my dad. Then, just as suddenly, he slammed the accelerator and sped away. From that day on, our routine changed. My dad personally drove us to school and picked us up every single day.

Rain or shine, busy or tired, he never let us walk or take the bus again. And just like that, the grey car disappeared from our... There's so much rugby on sports extra from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end. Here goes. This winter sports extra is jam-packed with rugby. For the first time we've got every Champions Cup match exclusively live. Plus action from the URC.

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Those stayed burned into my brain. My aunt and uncle's story, early 80s. Now, if you think that's the end of creepy, fake cop stories in my family, you'd be wrong. This next one didn't happen to me directly, but to my aunt and uncle back in the early 1980s. They were living in Austin, Texas at the time, and the whole thing still gets talked about at family gatherings because of how close they came to being victims. It was a Saturday night. They had gone to a party in a nearby area and were driving back home really late, probably

past midnight. The roads were different back then, especially in that part of Texas. Imagine a long, lonely stretch of highway bordered by nothing but woods and brush. No houses, no gas stations, no streetlights, no traffic. Just two lanes of asphalt cutting through pitch-black wilderness. My uncle was behind the wheel. At first, everything was fine. Then, after about 20 minutes of driving, they noticed headlights in the rearview mirror.

A car was coming up behind them fast. The car got closer and closer and closer, until it was practically riding their bumper. My aunt tensed up. What the hell is this guy doing? she muttered. My uncle frowned. I don't know. Roads empty. He's got the whole highway.

Why tailgate us? They both turned to glance. It was just one man in the car. Alone. And instead of passing, he stayed glued to their bumper, headlights blinding in the mirror. Then, out of nowhere, he sped up and pulled alongside them. He rolled down his window, waving something shiny.

Pull over, he shouted. Police. Pull over now. In his hand was what looked like a badge. My uncle instinctively started to slow down, but my aunt lost it. No. Don't you dare pull over, she screamed. That is not a cop.

Look at his car, no lights, no markings, nothing. He just shows up out of nowhere. My uncle hesitated. But what if it is a cop? It's not, she cried. Real cops don't drive unmarked cars with no sirens, yelling out the window in the middle of the night. Keep driving.

The man kept swerving, haunting his horn, flashing the badge, yelling louder, pull over. Pull over now. I'm the police. My aunt started to cry, terrified, but also furious. My uncle argued back and forth with her for a few seconds, torn between obeying and trusting his instincts. Finally, he said, fine.

If he's really a cop, he'll understand. We'll stop at the next populated area. So they kept up. driving, ignoring the man's commands. He grew angrier, honking non-stop, riding their lane, nearly clipping them. The tension in the car was unbearable. Finally, after what felt like forever, they saw salvation up ahead, a glowing gas station. They pulled in, heartbeats racing. And just like that, the man sped off into the night. Gone. They sat there shaking, trying to process what had just happened.

They didn't think to get his license plate, too stunned and too relieved. They just drove home, safe but rattled to the core. The horror that followed. But here's the most chilling part of their story. A few months later, on that exact same road, something horrific happened that made the news all over Austin. A young couple was driving late at night when they encountered a moment. man pretending to be a cop. Just like with my aunt and uncle, he flashed a badge, honked, and demanded

they pull over. This time, though, the couple actually complied. And it turned into a nightmare. The man forced them out of the car at gunpoint and marched them into the woods. Once there, he tied them to separate trees facing each other. He assaulted them in ways I won't even describe fully, and in the... There's so much rugby on Sports Exter from Sky they've asked me to read the whole lad at the same speed I usually use for the legal bit at the end.

Here goes. This winter Sports Extra is jam-packed with rugby. For the first time we've been every Champions Cup match exclusively live plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup and much more. Thus the U.S.C and all the best European rugby all in the same place.

Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jampack 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.

Standard Pressing applies after 12 months and he killed the woman while her boyfriend was forced to watch helplessly from a few feet away. Somehow, the boyfriend survived, maybe someone found him tied up, maybe he managed to escape, but the horror of what happened shook the entire city. They never caught the fake cop. And that's when my aunt realized just how close she and my uncle had come to becoming victims themselves. If they had pulled over that night like my uncle wanted, it could have been them in those woods. She always ends the story the same way, with a nervous laugh and a glance at my uncle, and that's

why my husband always has to listen to me. Reflection Whenever I think about these stories, the grey car following my family, the man pounding on my friend's sister's door, my aunt and uncle's brush with a killer, I realize how terrifyingly easy it is for someone to abuse trust. Flash a badge, where a uniform, act like authority,

and people hesitate. They second-guess themselves. They open the door. They pull over. It's a reminder that evil doesn't always look like a monster. Sometimes, it looks like a cop with the wrong shoes. Or a man who knows your routine. Or a stranger with a shiny piece of metal he calls a badge.

And that's what makes these stories stick with me. They aren't just ghost tales or urban legends. They happened. They're real. And they could happen to anyone. The end.