Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Terrifying Encounters with Unknown Creatures, Haunted Halls, and a Missing Girlfriend PART5 #21

Episode Date: October 30, 2025

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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, the Challenge Cup, and much more. Thus the URC 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 for the terms apply. Don't let foot pain or discomfort hold you back.

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People can argue with me, laugh in my face, or roll their eyes all they want, but I'm not changing a single detail of what happened. It was something inhuman. It wasn't a shadow trick, and it wasn't my imagination. It was real. Fast forward to the present, to that night when Emily and I were heading up the hill toward the park. For some reason, as we walked, my mind wandered back to go. grandpa's old story, the one he used to tell us when we were kids. Maybe it was because of the forest, or the way the air felt heavy, or maybe I just had too much nervous energy bouncing inside

me. Either way, the story came creeping back. Hey, I asked Emily, my voice casual but my insides twisting like barbed wire, you think that thing grandpa swore he saw all those years ago, you think it was real? She shrugged without slowing down. I don't know. Maybe. But wasn't he in Texas or something when that happened? Whatever it was, it was way far from here. Her answer should have been reassuring, but it wasn't. She said it so quickly, like she wanted to brush the whole thing off. Don't be such a wimp, Emily added, and she shoved me playfully with her shoulder. Only she underestimated her strength, or maybe I just wasn't balanced, because the shove sent me toppling to the ground. My palms hit the dirt hard.

Real nice, I muttered, brushing myself off as I scrambled up. That's when I saw it. About 20 yards away, standing at the edge of the treeline, a figure moved. Tall. Dark. Out of place, like it didn't belong in this world. Emily followed my gaze, and for a moment we both froze, locked to the spot like mannequins. The figure stopped walking. Then, without warning, it let out an ear-piercing shriek. It wasn't just loud, it was the kind of sound that burrowed into your skull, rattled your teeth, made your body want to collapse just to escape it.

Emily and I both screamed, our voices joining together like some desperate chorus, and then we ran. Branches whipped against our arms, dirt crunched beneath our shone, shoes, and the cold night air stabbed our lungs with every frantic breath. But the worst part wasn't what we saw, it was what we heard. Something in the forest was moving. Fast. Very fast. And it was moving in rhythm with us. Every time our feet pounded the ground, something out there matched us, like it was chasing us without even trying. Before we cleared the woods, we had to stop. Our Bodies betrayed us, begging for air.

We doubled over, gasping, trying to fill our lungs before we collapsed. But then, something made us freeze. Something invisible pressed down on us and demanded silence. From somewhere among the trees came the sound of sobbing. Not a normal cry. Not like a child whining or someone sniffling after a fight. No, this was the kind of deep, mournful weeping, you only hear at funerals, the kind that soaks into your bones and makes your stomach twist.

It was raw grief, human in sound but, not quite human in delivery. We bolted again, no hesitation this time, and didn't stop until Dad's House loomed ahead of us like a fortress. We burst through the door, slammed it shut, and leaned against it, our hearts banging like drums. Emily pulled out her phone and called her friends, quickly spitting out an excuse. She told them we'd gotten busted for sneaking out. That wasn't true, of course, but it was the first cover story that came to mind. As for me, I just sat there, shaking, silently promising myself that I would never, ever step foot in those woods again. But deep down, I knew the promise didn't matter.

Because what if this thing wasn't tied to the forest at all? What if it had been hunting Grandpa all those years, searching for him, sniffing him out like a predator? And now that Grandpa was gone, what if it was looking at us instead? That thought alone was enough to keep me up at night, staring at my ceiling, waiting for the sobbing to start outside my window. I know this might sound disjointed, but hearing other people's experiences sometimes shakes loose your own. Not long ago I heard a story on this very channel that pulled me right back into one of my own

encounters, one I had been trying to bury. It didn't happen in the woods, but the fear. 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 got every Champions Cup match exclusively live,

plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup, and much more. Thus the URC and all the same place. Get more exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jampacked 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 for the terms apply. The unease. The questions with no answers. Same vibe. See, I grew up in Buffalo, New York. Cold winters, noisy summers, the kind of place you can't wait to leave until you actually do. In 2003, I packed up my things and relocated to Kentucky to attend Kentucky State University.

I thought it would just be four years of college life and then back home, but after settling in, something inside me whispered, this might be where you stay for good. I loved the area, the people, even the slower pace compared to Buffalo. I started imagining a whole future there, graduation, a job in Louisville, maybe even buying a house. The idea of permanence didn't scare me, it thrilled me. And then Melissa crashed into my life. Literally. I don't want to use her real name, so Melissa will do. Funny thing is, that's the same alia as someone else used in a story I heard, which is partly why I'm sharing mine now.

It happened in the library. I was heading there for research, flipping through a magazine as I walked, not really paying attention to my surroundings. Melissa was coming out at the same time, also distracted. The library had these awkward angular steps leading up to the entrance, kind of a hazard if you weren't careful. Long story short, we collided. Hard.

I tumbled backward down a few steps, and she basically tackled me in the process. We ended up sprawled on the ground, her body pressed against mine, her face hovering inches from mine. Uh, I'm so sorry about that. Are you okay? She gasped, her cheeks flaming red. I grinned up at her, trying to mask the pain in my elbow.

Well, getting tackled by a pretty girl wasn't on the to-do list today, but hey, I'm not complaining. Her laugh came out nervous, shaky. Oh my God, this is so embarrassing. Well, I shot back, since you're literally falling over just to meet me, how about we go out sometime? I'm Ryan, by the way. And here's the funny part, she was still lying on top of me, not moving, just staring into my eyes. Like she was considering something. Finally, she smiled.

Melissa. Anne, absolutely. And just like that, she became my girlfriend. The first six months were golden. Our schedules lined up almost perfectly, we got out of classes around the same time, usually grabbed food together, and walked back to the dorm side by side. Everything felt effortless, like we were pieces of a puzzle that had finally snapped into place.

But dreams always come with an alarm clock. After three months, the first cracks began to show. I noticed she didn't have a roommate. That was weird for dorm life. Most of us were crammed two to a room, sometimes three if space was tight. Meanwhile, Melissa had the whole place to herself. At first, I brushed it off, chalking it up to jealousy because my own roommate, Jerry, was a total nightmare.

Antisocial, moody, the kind of guy who made you wish for noise just so you'd know he was alive. But the bigger red flag came when Melissa wouldn't let me spend the night. Ever. I brought it up casually, maybe three or four times, and each time she shut down instantly, snapping or changing the subject. She got defensive, almost hostile. That wasn't like her at all.

She also didn't like talking about her past. When she did, she was vague, methodical, like she had rehearsed how much to reveal and how much to keep hidden. She told me she was originally from Syracuse, New York, and that her family had moved to Kentucky when she was seven. That was about as much detail as I ever got. At first, I convinced myself I was overthinking it. After all, being with her was like a dream. But like I said, dreams end. I couldn't shake the gut feeling that something was wrong. There had to be a reason she was so serious. secretive, a reason she didn't want me around at night. And my brain latched onto the obvious

explanation, another man. Winter break was coming up, and I decided I needed answers. What I did next, yeah, I'm not proud of it. I lied. I told Melissa I was flying home to Buffalo to spend Christmas with my parents. That part was true. But I told her my flight left a day earlier than it actually did. After she dropped me off at the airport, I doubled back, caught a taxi, and headed straight back to campus. I hated myself for lying, but the curiosity was eating me alive. I had to know. Melissa's dorm was on the third floor, at the very end of the hall, right next to an emergency stairwell. Funny thing, the first time I ever visited her, I had accidentally taken that stairwell instead of the main staircase. It gave me a perfect view of her door through the exit window.

That detail, well, it would come in handy that night. To be continued.