Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Terrifying Messages After Finding a Dead Body in Ash Pines Forest A True Horror Story #48

Episode Date: August 14, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #truecrime #creepyencounter #foresthorror #mystery #paranormal  After discovering a lifeless body in the dense Ash Pines Forest, the narrator begins to receive chilling messages that suggest the presence of a threatening entity or person watching them. This story explores the fear of isolation, the unknown lurking in the wilderness, and the struggle to survive when terror strikes in an unexpected place.  #horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #scarystories #horrorstory #creepypasta #horrortales #truecrime #forestmystery #creepy #deadbody #unsolvedmystery #paranormalactivity #creepynight #thriller #horrorcommunity #ghostmessages #survivalstory #darkwoods #mysteriousencounter #truehorror

Okay, so buckle up because this story. It's wild, and honestly, I'm still trying to process everything that's happened. Like, I'm sitting here writing this with my heart pounding, hands trembling, trying not to freak out. And yeah, I'm going to spill every single thing because, honestly, what else am I supposed to do? All right, let me start from the beginning. Last weekend, I decided to go for a hike. Not one of those big, popular, Instagram famous trails where you bump into 50 people every five minutes. Nah, that's not my vibe. I wanted something low-key, off the beaten path, literally.

Somewhere quiet where I could disconnect from all the noise, the constant buzzing of my phone, the endless stream of emails, the chaos of everyday life. You feel me? So, a buddy of mine, who's kind of a local hiking fanatic, told me about you. about this little trail near Ash Pines National Forest. Not the main park everyone knows, but this smaller, lesser-known trail that not many people go to. I figured, why not? Perfect chance to get away and just clear my head for a bit. The day was gorgeous. Early fall, cool air, leaves just starting to change colors. I packed a small backpack, slapped on my hiking boots, and hit the trail solo. No phone signal,

no distractions, just me, the trees, and the crunch of dirt underfoot. About three miles in, everything was peaceful. I was deep enough that the sounds of civilization had faded away, replaced by birds chirping, branches swaying in the breeze, and my own breathing. Honestly, it was one of those rare moments where you feel genuinely alone in the world, but not lonely. Just, peaceful. Then, something caught my eye. It was a weird, splash of blue, off the trail, maybe 20 feet into the brush. At first, I thought it was some piece of trash or maybe a jacket someone dropped. Curiosity got the best of me, as it always does, so I carefully stepped off the path and started heading toward it. As I got closer, my stomach did a

slow, sinking flip. It wasn't trash. It was a person. A man. Lying there, almost hidden by the fallen leaves, his body stretched out awkwardly like he'd been dragging himself or crawling. His arm was reaching out, like he was trying to grab something, but whatever it was, he didn't make it. I didn't even stop to check for a pulse. Honestly, it was so clear he was dead. No signs of life, nothing. Just this silent, eerie stillness that made my skin crawl.

I froze for a moment, heart hammering. What the hell do you do in that situation? After a second, I just turned around and booked it back to my car. I called 911 as soon as I got signal. The police showed up relatively fast, took my statement, and asked a million questions. They seemed serious but also kind of tight-lipped. I haven't really heard much since then. They said they'd be in touch if they found anything, but that was the last I knew.

Okay, so far, you might be thinking, cool story, but pretty straightforward. forward, right? Well, here's where the creepy part starts. Three nights ago, I woke up around 2 a.m. to this loud thump coming from my front porch. I figured it was probably raccoons or something, I live kind of rural, so critters messing around isn't unusual. I didn't get up to check. Went back to sleep. In the morning, though, I found a folded piece of paper tucked under a rock near my doorstep. It wasn't there before, I swear. And on it, scrawled in black ink, was this short, chilling message. You weren't supposed to see him. No name, no signature, nothing else. Just those six words. I freaked out. I mean, how the hell did someone find me?

I live alone, nearly 100 miles from the forest. I hadn't told anyone where I found the body, not my friend, no one. Who was sending me these notes? And why? I didn't tell anyone else either, I didn't want to sound crazy or paranoid. So I just kept it to myself for a while, hoping it was some weird prank and would stop. But it didn't. Last night, same thing. Another thump on my porch around 2 a.m. Again, I didn't check right away, this time I was too scared. But when I woke up, There was another note. Stay out of the woods. Like, what? Seriously. Now I'm legit shaking just thinking about it. I already went back to the cops, told them about the notes. They were polite but seemed kind of dismissive. They just took down my report, told me to get a security camera

for the house and left it at that. No promises, no serious follow-up. I mean, I get it, people call the cops for all sorts of weird stuff, and this probably sounds nuts without proof. But these notes, they're real. I found them. And now I'm scared. Like, seriously scared. If it's someone messing with me, what do they want? Why me? And if it's not? What if it's someone who really wants me to back off? To keep quiet? How the hell did they find me? I have haven't told anyone the location. My phone was off that day when I found the body. Nothing online. No social media posts or anything. It's like they just appeared out of nowhere. Honestly, I'm torn between wanting to run away from here and wanting to stay and figure this out.

I mean, I'm a decent person. I don't want to get involved in some crazy, dangerous situation. But at the same time, I can't just ignore this. I haven't slept well since those notes started showing up. Every noise outside makes me jump. I check the locks twice before bed. I keep a baseball bat next to my bed just in case. My mind races all night. What if the person who left those notes is watching me?

What if they're planning to come back? And then, last night? The worst part. I woke up drenched in sweat. Like, completely so. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. I had the strangest feeling that someone was standing at the foot of my bed, just staring at me. I opened my eyes, but there was nothing there.

Just the empty room, shadows from the streetlight filtering in through the blinds. I don't know what's happening to me. Am I losing it? Is this some kind of nightmare? Or is something really, truly wrong? I feel like I'm being watched all the time now. Even when I'm outside, it's like eyes are on me from behind trees or parked cars. I try not to look, but the paranoia is eating me alive.

So yeah, that's my story. I'm posting this because I don't know who else to tell. I'm hoping maybe someone out there has advice or has been through something similar. Because honestly, I don't know how much longer I can keep living like this. If you're reading this and you hike or go into the woods, be careful. Some things out there you don't want to find. And if you do, maybe just keep your mouth shut about it. I'm scared.

I'm confused. And I don't know what's coming next. I just know one thing, I'm not going back to that trail anytime soon. The morning of the hike. So, like I said, I wanted to disconnect. The week before, life was a mess. Work sucked, my head was all tangled up in stress, and I just needed to breathe. I didn't even tell many people I was heading out hiking.

Only my buddy Mark knew, he's the guy who told me about the trail. Mark's been hiking all his life, knows every nook and cranny in ash pines, so I trusted his suggestion. I remember that morning clearly. The sky was bright but with those soft, cottony clouds. The air smelled like pine needles and something crisp and full. fresh. I packed some water, snacks, and a little first-aid kit. Phone off. No GPS. Just a map mark gave me printed out. I was ready for a day away from it all. The drive-out was peaceful, too. I took the old road through the valley, windows down, music low. Then I parked at this tiny

dirt lot, hardly any cars, and started walking. The trail. The trail itself was narrow, barely more than a path carved by boots and animals over time. The trees were tall, pines mostly, mixed with some oaks and maples starting to turn yellow and red. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating dappled patches of light on the ground. Every few steps, a bird would call out, or a squirrel would dart past. It was beautiful but quiet in that kind of of deep way that makes you hyper aware of everything around you. The crunch of leaves underfoot. The scent of damp earth.

The occasional snap of a twig. I was moving at a steady pace, just soaking it all in. I love hiking alone like that, the world slows down, and I get to think without interruption. The moment I found him, and then, bam, the blue. It wasn't anything natural. I spotted it from the corner of my eye. At first, I thought it was some weird blue tarp or a jacket someone lost, like I said. When I got closer and saw the body, everything changed.

My heart skipped a beat. The guy was laying there in a way that looked painful, like he'd been struggling to move. His skin was pale and cold. Leaves covered parts of him, but not enough to hide what was there. I couldn't believe it. I felt frozen for a second, then adrenaline kicked in. in and Iran. The whole way back to the car was a blur. My mind kept racing, who was he? How did he get there? Why was no one else around? Calling the police, I was shaking when I called. The dispatcher

asked all sorts of questions. I gave them the location, described the body as best I could. They sent officers quickly. When they showed up, they looked serious, professional. They asked if I touched anything, if I saw anyone else. I told them no. They took pictures, made notes. But they didn't tell me much beyond, we'll investigate. The cops didn't even let me stick around, they said it was a crime scene. So I left. The silence, the weirdest thing. After that, there was radio silence. I called a few days later to check if there was an update. They said nothing to report yet, but if they found anything, they'd call me. I felt unsettled. I couldn't stop thinking about that man. Was he murdered? Did he die of exposure? Was this something bigger?

The first note, then, three nights ago, the thump. I tried to tell myself it was nothing, raccoons, or maybe the wind knocking something loose. But the note? That changed everything. You weren't supposed to see him, how did someone know I was there? How did they find my house? No clue. The second note, last night's note was even scarier. Stay out of the woods, it wasn't a request. It was a warning. My life now, ever since then, I'm constantly looking over my shoulder. Sleep is a joke. I'm living on edge, waiting for something to happen, dreading what that might be. I don't know if I'm being targeted for seeing that body or if someone else is involved in something dangerous out there. I'm stuck in this nightmare, and I don't know how to wake up.

If you're still with me, thanks for reading. I just wanted to get this all out there. Maybe sharing it will help me figure out what to do next. The end.