Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Terrifying Sleepovers, Stalking Wolves, and a Lake House Stranger’s Deadly Secret #33

Episode Date: October 2, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #sleepoverhorror #stalkerstories #wolfencounter #lakehousemystery #truehorrorstories  A chilling mix of horror unfolds through terrifying sleepovers that turn into nightmares, encounters with stalking wolves that blur the line between predator and supernatural, and a lake house where a stranger’s deadly secret changes everything. These unsettling tales remind us that fear often hides in the most unexpected places.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, sleepoverhorror, stalkerstory, wolfattack, paranormalencounter, hauntedlakehouse, creepyencounters, survivalhorror, realhorrorstories, nightterror, supernaturalstories, mysteriousstranger, truecreepystories, scaryencounter, darktales

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 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 their terms apply. Collini, did you know if your age between 25 and 65?

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I've got three of those. Well, one's mine, one's my mom's, and one belongs to my much younger self. All three happened years apart, but they each left me with that same skin-crawling feeling. The kind that makes you sleep with a light on, or triple check your locks, or stare too long into a dark room

just to make sure it's really empty. Part one, Harmony's house. I was 14 when it happened, and it started off totally normal. Back in the late 90s, a sleepover wasn't just hang out and scroll TikTok until you pass out, like now. It was an event. We planned for days, maybe weeks. The whole point was to cram as much fun into one night as humanly possible. My friend Harmony had just turned 15, so she was officially, older and cooler,

and she invited me and our friend a leave over for her birthday sleepover. She lived in this old one-story house from the 60s that looked completely normal during the day but had a way of looking, darker, at night. The party started with family, pool games, horseshoes, and this ridiculous dessert-making contest. Picture three teenage girls shoving anything remotely sweet into bowls and daring each other to eat it. Cookies on top of cupcakes on top of jello. Absolutely. By the time the family left, the sugar high was winding down and we decided to watch back to the future on VHS. No streaming, no skip intro button, you just pressed play and hoped

nobody needed to rewind in the middle. We were setting up our sleeping bags in the living room because Harmony shared a bedroom with her older sister, and three teenage girls in one small bedroom just wasn't going to happen. Plus, the living room had a perfect view of the TV. The layout was weird, at the far end of the living room, there were three carpeted steps that led down into this den. I claimed the spot closest to those steps, just because it felt out of the way. My toes actually dangled a little over the top step when I stretched out. Harmony parked herself closest to the TV, a leave set up by the couch, and the movie started rolling. Everything was fine until I caught myself glancing over my shoulder.

Not once. Not twice. Constantly. The den was dark, pitch black, and I couldn't stop checking it. I told myself it was nothing, but my stomach kept tightening like it knew something my brain didn't. I leaned toward harmony and whispered, hey, can we turn on the light in there? Just so I can, you know, see it's empty. She barely turned her head. Nah. Uncomfortable. Don't want to get a lot. You know, see it's empty. She barely turned her head. Nah. Uncomfortable. Don't want to get up. Translation, if you're scared, deal with it. So I sat there, forcing myself not to look behind me. Harmony fell asleep first. A leave and I whispered about nothing in particular until I heard this tiny tap. You know that soft sound a coffee mug makes when someone sets it on a table? Exactly that. Did you hear that? I asked. No, she said flatly. Then she asked. Then she asked. I added, remember I'm deaf in one ear, so maybe, well, that didn't help. I didn't want to look like a total baby by moving my sleeping bag, so I decided to just ignore it and fall asleep. At least, that was the plan. I woke up in the middle of the night because my sleeping

bag was slipping off me. Not sliding to the side like when you toss and turn, slipping downward. I yanked it up around my chin and went back to sleep. The second time I woke up, same thing. Bag slipping. Pulled it up. Tried to ignore the pounding in my chest. The third time, I woke up to a thud. The kind of sound a heavy textbook makes when it falls off a shelf. The faint morning light was just creeping into the room, so I could see the book lying on the den floor.

I'd barely laid my head back on my pillow when it happened. My sleeping bag was yanked. Not nudged. Not slid. Yanked. I was dragged forward so fast I didn't even have time to scream until I was halfway down those stairs. My chin smacked every step on the way down, but my legs never touched them. They were lifted, like something had me by the top half and was pulling me. By the time I hit the bottom, my brain finally caught up and screamed, get up. Get up. I kicked free, bolted up the stairs,

and ran all the way to the far bathroom where I locked myself in and sobbed. Harmony's family tried telling me I'd fallen in my sleep, but I wasn't buying it. My chin had rug burn, my legs hadn't touched the stairs, and I knew I'd been pulled. Years later, right before we graduated, Harmony told me her parents had always known there was paranormal activity in that den. They just didn't tell us. There's so much rugby on sports extra from Sky. They've asked me to read the whole lad at the sink.

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 met 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. Jam-packed 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. Kalini, did you know of 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 hsec.i.e forward slash cervical check in your PPS number, check in the date of birth. And then they tell you when your next appointment is due. Oh my god. I know. And you can check you're on the register on the website so you can phone [phone]. If your test is due today, you can book it today or hscc.i.e. 4 slash serve the check. I never mentioned it to her, but I still dream about that night. And in the dream, I finally see her.

The Thing That Pulled Me. A pale, toothless old woman. Eyes blazing with rage. Silent, but screaming. And she's always dragging me toward her. Part 2, The Trailer and the Wolves. This one happened when I was about 11, during a sleepover at my cousin's family's new trailer. It was one of those small, two-wheeled ones that had to be hitched to a truck.

My cousins were 15 and 16, so obviously, they were the cool older kids, and I was just the tag-along. The trailer was parked inside their barn in rural Montana. Picture endless trees in every direction, the kind of dark where the night swallows everything. After dinner, we headed into the trailer. They broke out cards and beer, none for me, of course. I fell asleep around 1 a.m., tucked into the converted dining area bed. At dawn, I woke up to the weirdest sensation, the trailer was moving. I sat up and looked out the window.

Sure enough, the trees were sliding past. We were rolling down a dirt road. My cousins were still passed out cold. After about ten minutes, the truck stopped in a clearing. I heard the door open, slam shut, and then, silence. Then a gunshot. Loud enough to make me jump. Followed by a man swearing loudly before stomping off into the woods.

Half an hour later, my cousins woke up, groggy and hung over, and were pissed to find we were nowhere near the barn. I told them what I'd seen, and we decided to walk back. It was about 40 degrees and we had no jackets. To make things worse, I spotted wolves in the trees. At first, far away. Then closer. My cousins told me to ignore them and keep walking.

But after an hour, the wolves had closed in, one trailing us only about 40 yards back. I was sure we were done four. I could feel their eyes on us, hear the leaves crunching under their paws. But we kept walking, acting like they weren't there. Four hours later, we made it back. Turns out, my uncle's drunk friend had hot-wired the truck in the night and gone hunting. completely ignoring the fact that the trailer was attached. To this day, I can still remember that feeling of being followed,

of knowing something wild was deciding if you were worth the effort to kill. Part 3. My Mom and the Bearded Man. This one isn't mine, it's my mom's, and she swears on her life it happened exactly like this. She was 17 or 18, at a party at a lake house in Canada. It was late August, still warm in the day, but the nights could get cold. Most people left by midnight, but Mom, her future sister-in-law, and three others stayed by the bonfire. They weren't supposed to stay the night, the owner had only given them permission to be there during the day, but they were too drunk to drive, so they decided to crash. Mom passed out on the couch until she woke to a tap, tap, tap on the window above her head.

She ignored it. Then came another tap, tap, tap. She sat up and made direct eye contact with a bearded man staring in. No emotion in his face. Just, staring. She panicked, ran to wake a friend, only for them to smell smoke. Another friend had fallen asleep with a lit cigarette, setting his shirt and the carpet on fire. In their drunken panic, they tried to put it out with vodka. Which, you know, is alcohol. The flames jumped to the curtains, then the bed spread. Mom flung the door open. Only to see the bearded man again, now at the sliding glass door. She didn't think. She just ran.

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Jumped out a different window, and bolted for the road. Everyone else followed seconds later, piling into a car. They never saw the man again. The house burned almost to the ground. Weeks later, when it was being demolished, workers found a body buried under the porch. Been there over a year. My mom still dreams about that man. In her dream, he's always outside the window, waiting.

The end.