Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Terrifying True Encounters Haunted Homes, Basement Secrets, and a Sinister Landlord PART2 #66

Episode Date: October 16, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #hauntedplaces #creepylandlord #basementhorrors #realparanormal #nightmarescomealive  Part 2 dives even deeper into the terrifying true encounters that unfold behind closed doors. Haunted homes reveal their darkest secrets, chilling basements become stages of dread, and the sinister landlord’s presence grows even more unsettling. These stories explore the thin boundary between real-life terror and the supernatural forces lurking in everyday places.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, hauntedplaces, creepylandlord, hauntedbasement, chillingtrueevents, realhorrorstories, supernaturalencounters, terrifyinghomes, darkmysteries, paranormalchills, scarylandlords, truefearstories, creepyencounters, nightmarefuel, realhauntings

All right, so let me take you back to when I was 22. I had just finished school and moved back to my hometown. At first, I thought it was going to be great. I mean, who doesn't love free food and laundry done by your mom when you first get out of college? I moved back in with my parents, and at the start, I was really enjoying it. I hadn't seen them that much while I was away studying, and they were excited to have me back around. But, you know how it goes. After the first couple of months, that novelty wears off pretty.

fast. You start missing your independence, the little things, like eating ice cream at three in the morning without someone giving you side eye, or being able to blast music in your apartment without your dad knocking on the door like you're disturbing the whole neighborhood. I knew I needed my own place again. So, as soon as I landed a decent job back home, I started scrolling online listings. I was checking all the usual sites, going through letting agencies, and also private landlord ads. Most of them were either way too expensive or looked like they hadn't been touched since the 70s. I went to a couple of viewings, and honestly, some of them were such a joke I walked out laughing. One place had this weird smell that I swear was a mix of mold and cat pee.

Another had no actual shower, just a handheld sprayer attached to the sink. I turned those down fast. Then one night I came across this ad that looked too good, great location, spacious, within my budget. It almost felt like I hit the jackpot. The ad was posted by someone named Alan, with a pretty normal looking email address, nothing sketchy there. I shot him a message right away, asked if it was still available, and he replied that, yeah, it was. I was psyched. I arranged to come see it. Alan said he didn't live in town and couldn't meet me until about seven in the evening the next day. No problem, I thought. Evening viewings are fine. So, the next night.

I head over. The outside looks exactly like the pictures online. Clean, nice, the kind of place I could see myself moving into. I remember thinking, wow, this is almost too good to be true. And, well, you know how that saying goes. I knock on the door and it swings open. This massive dude is standing there. I'm 6'1 and about 190 pounds, not small. But this guy, he towered over me. Had to be at least six-four, broad shoulders, big frame, the kind of guy you wouldn't want to get into a fight with. He gives me this weird look, almost like disappointment, before forcing a smile and sticking out his hand. Hey, I'm Andy, he says. That already throws me off a bit. The ad had said Alan. But, okay, maybe he just doesn't like putting his real name online. Not a huge red flag yet. I shake his hand and introduce

myself. That's when he says something odd. He goes, Huh, I thought you'd be a girl. I've got a unisex name, so I kind of laugh awkwardly and tell him, nope, just me. I even joke that I'm really OCD about my living space, super tidy, so he wouldn't have to worry about me being messy or anything. He doesn't laugh, just kind of nods, still looking let down, like I wasn't what he was expecting. That's when I start feeling the first prickle of unease, not enough to bolt, but enough to make me think, okay, this guy seems a little off. Anyway, Andy starts showing me around the apartment. The weird part was, every time I said I liked something, he'd immediately counter it. Like, I said, wow, I love these big windows. And he goes,

yeah, but they're drafty sometimes. Or I point out the spacious living room, and he shrugs like it's no big deal. It felt almost like he was trying to put me off from wanting it. Strange, right? But I brushed it off as him maybe wanting a female tenant, still hung up on that comment about expecting a girl. The place, though, I really did like it. Nice size, good layout. Then I remembered one thing from the ad that I hadn't seen yet, the basement. It had been listed as a spacious basement. In my head, I'd already pictured it as a perfect man cave, TV, couch, maybe even a little bar set up, or at least some extra storage. So I ask him, hey, what about the basement. Andy instantly tenses up. There's no basement, he says flatly. Now, I'm confused,

because I literally saw it mentioned in the ad. And there was a door he hadn't opened during the tour that looked like it had to lead down there. I point at it and say, what about that door? He hesitates. Then he mumbles something about reconsidering including the basement, maybe just using it for storage. His whole demeanor shifts. He seems jumpy, cage. He seems jumpy, cagey, like he doesn't want me going down there. Huge red flag. But I try to play it cool. I tell him the basement is actually a big selling point for me, and I'd be willing to maybe pay more if it was included. I figured if it was just messy, no big deal, storage or not, I wanted to see it. He seems unsure. Then finally says, okay, I'll show you, but I got to go tidy up first. That's when my gut

really twists. Something about it didn't sit right. Why would he need to tidy up before showing me a basement if it was just boxes down there? But curiosity and that stupid optimism about finally finding the perfect place got the better of me. I stayed put while he disappeared into the dark basement. I'm waiting for the light to flick on when he reaches the bottom, but it stays dark for a good minute. I hear shuffling, some kind of dragging noise maybe. Finally, the bulb comes on, and he shouts up, okay, you can come down now. My stomach drops. I hesitate, seriously considering just leaving right then. But I brush it off again, tell myself I'm overthinking. I start walking down the stairs. About halfway down, there's a turn in the staircase. That's when Andy suddenly

calls out. Watch your feet. I look down and freeze. There's this thin, clear wire stretched across the stairs, right at ankle height. The kind you might see used for a clothesline. It's tied tightly to screws on both sides of the wall. If I hadn't noticed, I would have tripped hard and gone tumbling down. My heart is pounding. He quickly blurts out, oh, the last tenant had a dog, painted models down here or something. The wire was to keep the dog out, haven't gotten around to removing it yet. I don't buy it for a second. The ad had said no pets. His excuse, use was flimsy at best. The only reason he hadn't taken it down, I figured, was because if I'd seen him setting it up while I was at the top of the stairs, the whole game would have been up. Now every

alarm bell in my head is ringing. I force myself to act calm. I step carefully over the wire and don't wander far from the bottom of the stairs. Andy waves a hand like, here it is, showing me boxes, some storage bins, random junk, typical basement stuff, nothing too weird at first. But then, just as I'm about to turn back toward the stairs, I notice it, in the far corner. An old mattress, propped up poorly against the wall, partially covered by a sheet. You could see the corner sticking out. It was obvious what it was. My chest tightened.

Why the hell would someone have a mattress hidden in a basement? It looked like he had tried to cover it quickly, maybe even just before letting me come down. I keep my face blank like I didn't notice. Andy is already trying to usher me back upstairs. I lead the way, carefully stepping over the wire again. As soon as we're back up, he closes the basement door quickly. He says, well, if you want the place, we'll get in touch. Maybe we can work something out with the basement.

He's acting super sketchy now, almost jittery, and it's clear he wants me gone. So I nod, smile, and say, yeah, sure, it's a lovely place. I'll think about it. then he all but pushes me out the front door. The second I hit the sidewalk, I call my best friend. I tell him everything, the wire, the mattress, the creepy vibe. I say I think Andy might be planning to lure a girl down there, trip her on the stairs, and then, well, who knows?

My friend tries to play it off at first, says maybe I'm being paranoid, but even he admits it sounds really sketchy. I can't shake the feeling. So I call the non-emergency police. police line and explain what happened. The person on the phone thanks me says they'll look into it, but their tone makes it sound like they don't really care. No urgency and no, oh my God, that's terrifying. We'll be right there. Just a bored kind of, okay, sir, we'll check it out. A week later, I call back to follow up. They say they can't release any information to me. I keep checking the

local news, half expecting to see a story about Andy getting arrested for something terrible. But, Nothing. The only thing that happens is the ad disappears the very next day after my call. Maybe I scared him off. Maybe he realized he couldn't pull it off anymore. Or maybe, maybe he found someone else later and nobody ever connected the dots. I'll never know. But every time I think about it, I get chills. Because there's always a reason to be afraid. The end.