Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Terrifying Maryland Encounters Stalkers, Abductions, Murder, and Close Escapes PART2 #79

Episode Date: November 6, 2025

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we did the only thing we could think of, we contacted the police. We filed a report, explained everything that had happened, and told them as much detail as we could remember. The officer on the other end of the line was polite enough, and they promised to keep an eye on the neighborhood. But I remember feeling that uneasy mix of relief and doubt, you know the kind, where you hope the authorities are taking things seriously, but your gut tells you that things aren't really going to change.

Monday came around, and we decided to notify the elementary school about the ordeal. I thought for sure that they would take some action immediately. Maybe an announcement to parents, maybe some extra security, something to make sure every kid in the neighborhood knew what had happened. But no. At first, it seemed like the school didn't do much. at all. They didn't alert the public right away. They didn't send a note home that day. It was just, Crickets. It wasn't until a week later that a flyer finally went out to the rest of the parents.

Only then did the cops start patrolling the neighborhood more often. It felt like a small victory, but at the same time, it was frustrating. Why did it take a week for them to act? What if something had happened in that time? That week, we learned something even more chilling. Three other cases had been reported, all involving the same white Camry, all following kids around, all attempts to kidnap them. One of them in particular was even more terrifying than what James and I experienced. The kids involved had been so terrified that they were literally jumping through backyards, scrambling over fences, trying to escape from the guy, this so-called carrot top with the red hair and the angry eyes.

I remember feeling cold just hearing the story. It was surreal to think that we weren't the only ones targeted. This wasn't an isolated incident. There was a predator in our neighborhood, and he had a very specific, terrifying pattern. After that week, things eventually calmed down. The panic, the fear, the whispers on the street, all of it faded over time. But no arrests were ever made. We never found out if these people were.

moved to another town and tried the same thing somewhere else. All I knew was that for a solid year, our little neighborhood had been living under this shadow, and it took a long time for things to feel safe again. Kids weren't allowed to walk home alone. Parents were constantly checking in. The carefree sense of safety I had grown up with had vanished. And even years later, whenever I think back, I can still feel that fear bubbling up in my chest. Years later, the mountain hike.

Fast forward to recent years. I live in the mountains of western Maryland now. Beautiful area, really, lots of trails, fresh air, quiet towns, the kind of place that feels safe just by default. Or at least, that's what I thought. A few months ago, I went hiking with a friend. We'd been out on this trail a few times before, so we'd know. knew the loop pretty well. We were about six miles into an eight-mile circuit when we decided to stop at the Trail Summit and take some pictures. The summit area had a small park with benches,

tables, and a parking lot. Perfect spot to stretch and snap a few photos, enjoy the view. We were sitting there, chatting and laughing, trying to capture the beauty of the moment, when I noticed a man wandering around the parking lot by himself. Nothing about him screamed, hiker, or outdoor enthusiast. He was wearing jeans and a button-down shirt, definitely not something you'd wear on a mountain trail. He was walking slowly, staring at the ground, his movement aimless. It was the kind of behavior that immediately made my skin crawl. Something about him was off, but at the time, I couldn't quite put my finger on it. We didn't think much of it at first. Maybe he was lost. Maybe he was waiting.

for someone. But as we packed up to finish the final two miles back to our car, the unease started to grow. This part of the trail was narrow, winding downhill toward the park headquarters and then into the mountainside. Visibility was limited. You couldn't see very far ahead or behind, and hikers had to walk single file. I was leading the way, talking to my friend behind me. And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. The same man from the parking lot, now trailing behind her at a very close distance. Instantly, my gut dropped. Something about the way he moved, the way he looked at her, made me feel like a hornet had stung my stomach.

He didn't have a backpack. Collini, did you know if your age between 25 and 65? Well, you can get a free HPV cervical check. It's one of the best ways to protect yourself from cervical cancer. And you know what? I actually checked only recently when mine was due and no exaggeration it took me less than five minutes. You go online to hsse.com. Put in your PPS number, check in the date of birth. And then they tell you when your next appointment is due. Oh my God. That's unreal. And you can check her on the register on the website where you can

phone [phone]. If your test is due today, you can book it today or hsccc.combe. There's so much rugby on sports extra from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lot 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.

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proper shoes. was carrying nothing, except, I later noticed, a stick. The gut feeling. I slowed down slightly, stepping off the trail under the guise of tying my shoe. My friend seemed to catch on immediately, and we both stepped aside, giving him space to pass. He looked startled when my friend politely said hello. But then I noticed it, he wasn't just walking past.

He was sharpening the stick in his hands, almost like he was preparing it for, something. My stomach dropped. We waited until he moved some distance ahead. I thought maybe, just maybe, he was harmless and this was all coincidence. But then he slowed down again, glancing back at us. Every instinct in my body screamed danger. My fight or flight response was in overdrive, and I knew this wasn't just paranoia. I was tapping into that same that feeling I'd learn to trust back when James and I were kids,

Danger had a way of announcing itself if you were paying attention. We decided to backtrack a little, walking back toward the park summit rather than risk passing him again on the narrow trail. But even as we retraced our steps, I saw him behind us again. He had turned around and was following, keeping a steady distance. I whispered to my friend to pick up the pace. We started moving faster, heartbeats hammering in sync with our footsteps. Seeking safety

Finally, we made it back to the first parking area near the summit. There were more people there, which made us feel slightly safer. We paused, trying to figure out our next move. Maybe he had left, maybe he had gone somewhere else to lurk in a more isolated part of the trail, ready to ambush unsuspecting hikers. After a while, an older couple came up from the trail. We approached them and asked if they had seen anyone strange. They told us about a young man sitting on a rock halfway down, exactly the distance where

we'd first seen him approaching. As we described what had happened, they began debating whether or not he was dangerous. The husband, finally speaking up, said something that made my blood run cold. We should call the ranger. He wasn't just sitting there. He had a knife and seemed to be sharpening that stick he was holding. The wife wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but after hearing that, there was no question in my mind.

We had to get help. We called the park ranger immediately, explaining the situation. The nice couple escorted us safely back to our car while we waited for official assistance. By the time the rangers arrived and started walking the trail, the man was long gone. I'll never know where he went or what his intentions were, but that day reaffirmed something I've always known, my instincts for sensing danger are real, and I would be foolish to ignore them. Reflection Looking back on both incidents, the white Camry as a kid, the man in the mountains as an adult,

I can see a clear pattern. has a way of throwing people into dangerous situations, sometimes more than once. And while fear is an awful, paralyzing thing in the moment, it also serves a purpose. Fear sharpens your senses. Fear makes you pay attention. Fear can save your life if you respect it. These experiences have changed me. I've become more aware of my surroundings, more skeptical of situations that don't feel right.

I've developed this almost instinctive radar for when something is off, and it has served me countless times since childhood. At the same time, I've had to fight to not let fear dominate my life. I still hike. I still explore. I still drive through cities I don't know. But I do it cautiously, with a heightened awareness of what might be lurking just out of sight. Even now, years later, when I tell this story to friends or family...

My daughter, Ellie, had this ankle pain. We went to see VHI orthopedics. They actually picked up on her fatigue issues. So they brought in a rheumatologist, and just a few small tests, they realised that Ellie was sediac. So what was brilliant was that VHI had a pediatric dietitian ready to help manage her diet.

Really felt seamless. VHI, because your health means everything. I can feel the adrenaline of those moments return. I can feel the fear in my chest, the tightness in my stomach, the rapid-fire thoughts racing through my mind. And yet, there's also a strange sense of gratitude. Gratitude for instincts that worked. Gratitude for strangers who helped. Gratitude for the awareness that life is unpredictable, and sometimes the difference between safety and danger is knowing when to trust yourself.

to be continued