Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Terrifying Encounters With Human Traffickers, Strangers, and Survival in Texas PART3 #54

Episode Date: November 3, 2025

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second home to me, I'd been out there so many times with friends, cousins, and even co-workers who I wanted to impress with a Texas ranch weekend. So, when my granddad asked me if I knew how to unlock the place and turn on the water and electricity, I almost laughed. Of course I knew. I'd done it more times than I could count. But he asked anyway, probably because this time was different. This time, I wasn't going out there with a bunch of rowdy friends. I was going alone. And honestly, at the moment he asked, it didn't even feel weird. I was 24 years old, working a stressful job in Houston, writing press releases for companies

I didn't really care about. I was tired of staring at the walls of my apartment every weekend. So when I thought about writing this one upcoming press release out in the country, surrounded by trees and quiet instead of honking cars and upstairs neighbors stomping, it felt like a no-brainer. Fresh air, peace and quiet, maybe even a little, soul healing, before I turned in my work Monday morning. But then Grandad dropped the question that made me pause.

You know where I keep the Henry, right? Now, when my grandfather says the Henry, he doesn't mean some guy named Henry. He's talking about his point 30-30-30-Henry lever action rifle. He's had it forever, polished with stock, shiny barrel, the kind of gun you see in old westerns. To him, it's like another piece of furniture at the ranch. He mostly uses it for shooting deer or, as he likes to say, making coyotes think twice. Yeah, I know where it is, I told him.

Which was true. It's mounted above the fireplace in the main living room, easy to grab if you need it. But here's the thing, he'd never really brought it up with me before. I mean, sure, when I was younger he'd show it off, tell me about when he bought it, how accurate it was, blah, blah. But when I went out there with friends, he never said, don't forget the Henry. This time, though, he specifically mentioned it. And I'm not going to lie, that put a tiny knot in my stomach.

Like, why now? Did he know something I didn't? The only guns I'd ever seriously used were pellet guns when I was a kid, and then later a camera when I got into photography. I wasn't exactly Rambo. But whatever, I brushed it off. The drive out Leaving Houston at 4.30 p.m. on a Friday is basically asking to suffer. The traffic is brutal, bumper to bumper, and people drive like maniacs.

But once you push far enough out of the city, everything starts to breathe. The road opens up, trees replace skyscrapers, and you can roll your window down without being blasted with smog. By the time I pulled onto the long dirt driveway leading up to the ranch, it was about 6.45. The sun was just starting to sink, giving the sky that purplish orange glow. The air smelled like cedar and earth instead of exhaust fumes, and I felt instantly better. This house of my grandfathers, if you can even call it a house, isn't some tiny old ranch shack. It's basically a small resort he had built when he retired.

Twelve bedrooms, huge kitchen, wraparound porch, the works. It's the kind of place where you can host a family reunion and nobody feels cramped. I grabbed my duffel bag from the trunk, unlocked the front door, and stepped inside. The air smelled faintly of wood polish and dust. Quiet. Too quiet, actually. I tossed my stuff in the upstairs master bedroom, opened my laptop, stared at the blank word document for 30 seconds, and then closed it again.

Yeah, screw that, I muttered. Work could wait until tomorrow. The walk There's a trail that circles the property, about three and three. a half miles long. Perfect for clearing your head. I decided to take it, even though it was already dark. Now, here's where I admit I made a dumb choice. I thought about bringing the rifle, just in case. Not because I was scared, at least that's what I told myself, but because it was the woods, and you never know what's out there. Coyotes, feral hogs, even snakes. But then I pictured myself

tripping in the dark and shooting my own foot off, so instead I grabbed a five-foot wooden dowel. You know, for balance. I threw on a jacket, grabbed a flashlight, and headed out. A point the course, please. Fresh, anything I touch right now is fresh. Everything in my life right now fresh. We do things differently on the mountain. Like never serving our beer until the mountains turn blue. Of course, keep it fresh.

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It was a moonless night, but the sky was stunning. The Milky Way stretched across it like someone had spilled glitter on black velvet. I let my eyes adjust and didn't even use the flashlight for the first ten minutes. The cold air bit at my cheeks, but it felt good. About a mile and a half in, I decided to cut through the woods to shorten the loop. I knew the land well enough, better than most people, that I could find my way back from anywhere. So I clicked on the flashlight and started pushing through the brush. That's when I saw it.

The pile of clothes. At first, it looked like someone had just dropped a pile of clothes in the middle of the woods. Strange, but not terrifying. I kept my flashlight on it, squinting, trying to make sense. sense of it. Then it moved. It didn't just shift a little, it sprang up fast, like an animal startled out of hiding, and bolted deeper into the trees. My heart stopped. My stomach flipped. Adrenaline lit up my body like electricity. I tried to yell, who's there, but what came out was probably a pathetic squeak. Immediately, I regretted not bringing the rifle.

Even worse, I'd left my cell phone back on the bed. Brilliant. Just brilliant. And then it hit me, whatever, or whoever, that was had run in the direction of the house. And I couldn't remember if I'd locked the damn front door. Panic I stood frozen for what felt like minutes, the flashlight trembling in my hand. The woods were silent again, but it was the wrong.

wrong kind of silence. Heavy. Watching. When the shock wore off, the real fear set in. My breath puffed white in front of me, and suddenly I wasn't just cold, I was shivering. This was the first time I ever thought, should not have come out here alone. If this guy had a weapon and wanted to hurt me, no one would even realize I was gone until Monday.

I forced myself to move. I had to get back to the house, to my phone. The door The trek back was a nightmare. Every snapped twig made my skin crawl. Every shadow looked like it was lunging at me. I stumbled through the brush until the trees finally opened up, and there was the house, about 150 yards away.

I ran. If you've ever run while panicking, you know it doesn't help. Every step feels like something is chasing you, clawing at your back. By the time I reached the porch, my lungs were burning and my brain was screaming. And then I saw it. The front door was cracked open. Did I leave it like that? Or had someone else opened it?

The screams I pushed the door open with my makeshift wooden, bat, heart hammering in my throat. That's when I heard it. A scream. Not just any scream, high-pitched, raw, like something was tearing out of someone's throat. It came from the living room. Blind Terror That's the only way I can describe it.

I bolted up the stairs, every corner I turned expecting some rotted corpse or blood-soaked figure to leap at me. I slammed the bedroom door shut, locked it, and pressed my back and, against it. The scream came again, this time from directly below me. I ran into the bathroom, locked that door too, and crawled into the shower with the phone shaking in my hands. I dialed 911, whispering, trying to explain. I don't even know if I made sense. The nearest police station was nine miles away. Twenty minutes, they said. minutes of hell. I heard the scream one more time before the lights showed up. This time it was lower, strangled, almost like someone choking. Red and blue lights flashed through the window. A voice

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Search Sports Extra. New Sports Extra customers only. Standard Pressing applies after 12 months, further terms apply. It's shaking. Open the bedroom door. A cop down the hall spun around and pointed his gun straight at me. Freeze I tried to explain, babbling about my family's ranch, about how I'd been the one who called.

They cuffed me anyway and dragged me downstairs. That's when I saw him. The man from the woods, lying in the living room. Eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling. One arm stretched upward, the other bent weirdly. His head was surrounded by a dark pool of blood. They figured it out pretty quickly that I wasn't the one who killed him. Later, I learned the guy was a paranoid schizophrenic, probably homeless, who had wandered

onto the property. No idea how far he'd traveled. As for how he got that head wound. Blunt force trauma. Maybe he fell. Maybe something else happened in those woods. Nobody knows for sure. But I do know this, if it had been my grandfather out there instead of me, the man wouldn't have made it inside.

He'd have been shot. Aftermath Despite everything, I still had to finish that stupid press release. Monday morning came, and there I was, typing it out with bleary eyes. But that weekend changed me. Because now, no matter how much I love the quiet of the country, I can't shake the memory of that scream. There's always a reason to be afraid. The end.