Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Terrifying Encounters with Unknown Creatures, Haunted Halls, and a Missing Girlfriend PART1 #17

Episode Date: October 30, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #unknowncreatures #hauntedhalls #missinggirlfriend #truehorrorstories #supernaturalencounters  Part 1 introduces a series of terrifying encounters involving unknown creatures, haunted locations, and the unsettling disappearance of a girlfriend. These real-life inspired stories combine suspense, fear, and mystery, showcasing how ordinary situations can quickly turn into life-threatening and paranormal experiences. The narrative emphasizes tension, survival, and the uncanny.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, unknowncreatures, hauntedhalls, missinggirlfriend, suspenseandterror, dangerousencounters, frighteningexperiences, realhorrorstories, nearfatalencounters, supernaturalhorror, chillingencounters, unexpecteddanger, paranormalactivity, eerieencounters, truecrimehorror  

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It's been almost two years since that incident, and I've done everything I could to push it out of my head. But some things, no matter how much you want them gone, just sit in your brain like a splinter under the skin, always there, always poking, always waiting for the wrong moment to remind you. I'm writing this because maybe if I spill it all, I'll stop replaying it in my head every single time I hear an AC-ha

or walk into a long, narrow hallway. But let me start from the beginning, and just a heads up, if you've got issues with tight, dark, narrow spaces, then trust me, you wouldn't last a day in the kind of place I worked. How I ended up there. After finishing university, I was broke, tired, and almost entirely out of patience. I'd spent nearly a year applying for jobs in the media industry, specifically film and television. That was my dream. I wanted cameras, sets, stories, creativity.

Instead, all I got was rejection emails or worse, silence. Every morning, I'd refresh my inbox like some desperate gambler pulling the lever on a slot machine. Spoiler, the house always won, and I got nothing. I was honestly about to give up when my mom, who works at a big firm, came home one day with news. She told me the company needed temporary field engineers, night shifts, manual work, two or three months. It had nothing to do with film, nothing to do with media, but it was money, and at that point money was oxygen. At first, I wasn't sure. Mom, I don't know the first thing about computer science, I told her. She waved her hand like it was nothing. It's not like that.

You won't be writing code or designing anything. They just need people to handle cables, replace wiring, basic stuff. Manual labor. You're fit enough for that, aren't you? The way she said it was half a compliment, half a challenge, and I didn't really have the luxury to argue. Plus, the pay was too good to pass up. More than I ever made waiting tables, and at least. least it would give me some time to keep applying for film jobs while not starving. So, I sent in my

resume. Three weeks later, to my surprise, I got accepted. That was how I became the least qualified field engineer you've ever met. First days in the data hall. The first couple of shifts went smoothly. My schedule was two eight-hour shifts a week, usually nights. The work was easy enough, I'd walk into the data hall, check wiring frames, handle cables, swap things out. It was brainless but decent money. But the data hall itself, that was something else. Imagine a massive warehouse filled with aisle after aisle of tall server racks. Each row felt like a canyon of wires and blinking lights. The air was freezing, kept cold by the constant blast of industrial AC. That hum, it wasn't just background noise, it was like the heartbeat of the building.

At first, I barely noticed it, but after hours inside, it became this droning, numbing sound. And here's the creepy part, once you stop noticing the AC, every other little sound stands out. A cough, a creak, a footstep. The aisles were lit with motion sensor lights. They'd flicker on when you entered, then go dark again if you stood still too long. Every few minutes, parts of the hall would plunge into patches of pitch black while other sections glowed dimly, depending on where you were. It was like walking in and out of spotlights, with pure blackness always lurking just a few feet away. I told myself it was fine. I've always loved horror movies. I've seen everything, ghosts, monsters, killers, and none of it really.

really phased me. But let me tell you, there's a huge difference between watching some poor character creep down a hallway on a screen and being the one who actually has to walk into the dark, knowing you're alone, or at least you think you are. For the first month, nothing bad happened. Sometimes I'd bump into another worker in the hall by accident, which made me jump, but it was harmless. The only weird thing was how the play seemed to play tricks on you, shadows that moved when they shouldn't, sounds that echoed in strange ways, lights that stayed dark longer than they should. But I told myself it was just nerves. The night it started. One night, I was paired up with Mick, another guy who worked shifts there. Mick was one of those

people you instantly feel safe around, late 40s, maybe early 50s, tall, calm, the kind of guy who always had a dad joke ready. Family man, too, always talked about his kids. We worked side by side for a few hours, and honestly, when he was around, the place didn't feel half as creepy. But that night, he had to leave early to get home to his kids. I told him I'd be fine, waved him off, and went back to messing with a wiring frame. About 15 minutes later, I heard it. A sound Not the AC, not the click of lights, something else. It came from the far, dark end of the hall, and it sounded, wrong. Like footsteps, but not quite.

A weird mix between a step and a trot, awkward and uneven. Mick? I called, turning toward the darkness. That you? No reply. The sound stopped. I grabbed my little pocket torch, trying to act casual, and walked toward the noise. The lights above flickered on in a wave as I moved, leaving a trail of light behind me and blackness in front.

My heart was beating faster than I wanted to admit. When I got to the far end, there was nothing. No Mick. No worker. No one. Just empty aisle. I let out a shaky laugh, told myself I was just being paranoid, and wrapped up the shift early. But the thought stuck in my head, those footsteps didn't sound like mix.

They didn't sound human. Working solo The next week, I came back and was greeted by Carl, the night security guard. He was sitting in his little office by the monitors, sipping coffee like always. Hey, I said, Mick in tonight. Carl shook his head. Family stuff. Your solo this week.

I hesitated, but nodded. I didn't want to seem like a coward. The first few hours were fine. I kept busy, double-checking cables, moving slowly down aisles. But around the fourth hour, the sound came again. That awful, awkward trotting noise. And then, something worse. A sound that didn't belong anywhere in this world.

A low, guttural baritone purr. It wasn't a cat. It wasn't mechanical. It was. I don't even know how to explain it. Imagine a demon trying to hum a lullaby. My skin went cold. Torch in hand, I crept to the end of the aisle, peeking around the corner.

At first, all I saw was black. Then I flicked on the torch and pointed it straight ahead. And that's when I saw it. For half a second, just half a second, I caught sight of something disappearing around the corner. Thin, pale hind legs. Not human. Not animal.

Something in between. I froze, the cold metal of the torch slippery in my hand. Then I snapped out of it and ran, half power walking, half jogging, down the aisle toward where it had been. The lights above flickered on as I moved, one by one, but when I reached the end, nothing. No creature. No shadow. No trace. shaking, I bolted straight to the security office and pounded on the door. Carl opened it, frowning. Everything all right, man.

You look like you saw a ghost. Carl, I stammered, is anyone else in the data hall? Anyone at all? He frowned deeper. Nope. Been watching the monitors all night. Nobody went in or out again. accept you. I sat in the office for the rest of the shift, pretending I was fine but feeling

like my skin was crawling. On the drive home, my mind was racing. What the hell had I seen? Was I imagining it? Hallucinating from lack of sleep. But if it was real, what the hell was it doing there, in a data hall of all places? And the lights, why hadn't the motion sensors caught it? Why didn't the aisle light up when it moved? It made no sense. The third shift. I should have quit. I knew I should have.

Every instinct told me not to go back. But the money, the money kept me tied to that place like a dog on a leash. So, against my better judgment, I went back for the next shift. Mick was still away. I was alone again. This time, I had an idea, if I was going to work solo, I wanted as much light as possible. I walked aisle by aisle, triggering every motion sensor I could, hoping the place would stay bright enough for me to work in peace. For the first 15 minutes, it worked.

The lights glowed, and I felt almost normal. But then... They stopped. Not one aisle. Not one flicker. Every light refused to turn on. I waved my arms, jumped, even shouted. Nothing. The hall stayed dark, with only the dim glow of the equipment casting weak shadows. Panic clawed at my throat. But instead of running, like a sane person, I told myself I could manage. I found a corner wiring frame where just enough light spilled out for me to see. I bent down, forcing my hands to stay steady as I worked. An hour passed. Maybe more.

My nerves began to settle. And then it came again. The sound. That demonic purring. That uneven trot. Only this time, it was louder. Closer. pressed myself against the wiring frame, heart hammering so hard I thought it might give me away. My breath shook in my chest. And then, curiosity got the better of me. I leaned my head just far enough to peek around the frame. And what I saw that night will haunt me until the day I'm dead and buried. To be continued.