Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Terrifying True Halloween and Home Invasion Stories That Will Haunt You Forever PART2 #78

Episode Date: September 17, 2025

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All right, buckle up, because this is a wild Halloween ride that turns from fun to full-on horror real fast. I'll break it down just like it happened, no fluff, just raw memories and chills. So, it started out pretty simple, five of us decided to party for Halloween. We all had these creepy LED masks on, you know, the ones that look like something straight out of the purge. They were all lit up in different colors, except Josh's mask. His was the only one with a green light.

Kind of ironic how that one small detail turned out to be super important later. Anyway, the booze was flowing, everyone was dancing, yelling, doing stupid impressions, you know, regular Halloween night chaos. But Josh. Man, he got wrecked. Like absolutely done. Couldn't even walk straight. He tried to stand up and just, fell.

We laughed, sure, but also realized he wasn't going to make it home without help. So, since I was the only one who hadn't drowned myself in tequila and cider, I played the role of the reluctant Uber driver. I drove everyone home, one by one, and had to literally walk Josh to his front door. Dude fell out of the car like a sack of potatoes. Once he was safely inside, I dropped off the others and went home. It was like 5 a.m. when I finally crashed. That deep sleep hit hard, until my phone went off.

It was Josh. I groaned, rolled over, saw his name, and picked up. Hello, his voice was low. Panicked. Hey. I think there's someone in my house. Boom. I was wide awake.

Heart racing. He said he heard footsteps in the living room, then someone bolted out the side door. He was now hiding behind him. his bed, door locked. Still drunk, still scared out of his mind. I told him straight up, dude, call the cops. But he was in such a state, he called me first. Eventually, he did call the police on his landline while I stayed on the phone. When they arrived, they found muddy footprints on his carpet and his side door wide open. No intruder in sight. They figured he forgot to lock up, told him to stay vigilant, lock everything, and call again if anything else happened.

Now here's where things get nuts. Later that night, it's Halloween. I'm back at Josh's place helping him hand out candy. Kids in costumes, parents taking photos, the usual scene. Around 9 p.m., the crowd thins, school night and all. We're packing up, talking about the party, when we hear this soft tap on the window. The blinds were closed, but there was a faint green glow coming through. Josh froze.

I walked over, slowly pulled the blinds apart, and what I saw made my skin crawl. There was a man standing outside. He had a knife. But even worse. He was wearing the same green LED purge mask Josh wore the night before. Same exact mask. The guy let out this disturbing, echoing laugh. Then he started pounding on the window like a maniac.

We didn't even move. Just stared at him. Then finally our instincts kicked in, we bolted out of the room, grabbed the phone, called 911. Right after, we heard someone scream outside. A random passerby must have seen him too and freaked. The guy ran off into the night. When the cops showed up, all we could tell them was he had a green light-up mask.

They never caught him. No clue who he was. Lesson learned, lock your damn doors, especially on Halloween. But the creepy tales didn't stop there. So a few years back, same time of year, me and my girlfriend, now my wife, decided we wanted to do something spooky. Something to really get in the Halloween vibe. After digging around online, we found this abandoned Girl Scout camp just outside town. Rumor had it, a girl died in a fire there back in 75. People say her ghost wanders the woods after midnight. Of course, that sounded like a perfect excuse to go freak ourselves out. We called up our crew, six friends total.

Drove out in three cars. On the way, I noticed a white cargo van parked under a bridge near the lake. Didn't seem important at the time. I remember thinking, probably just a few. fisherman or someone sleeping it off. We eventually hit this narrow dirt road leading into the forest. Parked. Grabbed flashlights. Started exploring. The camp was eerie as hell, burned remains, moss, graffitied walls, rusted swings creaking in the wind. We spent a good 30 to 45 minutes just messing around, scaring each other, making dumb ghost noises. Then, the leaves crunched. We all stopped.

Dead silence. Then came the sound of a car horn. It was faint, but we recognized it, it was my girlfriend's car. That's when it hit me, I left the damn windows cracked. Someone was reaching inside the car and messing with the horn. Without a word, we all started sprinting back. I had my metal bat with me, just in case, and me and another guy led the charge. As we neared the cars, I saw a shadow duck behind one of them. I whispered to my buddy, flashlight. Now, we aimed at the spot and crept forward. Nothing. We checked all the vehicles, no sign of anyone. Just when we were about to chill out, we heard tires screech. We turned around. That same white van from earlier was now blocking the exit. A man stepped out. Pale. Unsettling.

His right hand stayed buried deep in his coat pocket. You guys got a lighter, he asked, smiling. That smile didn't reach his eyes. Something was off. I felt it in my gut. We didn't say anything. Just started slowly backing up to our cars. He took a few steps toward us.

Hey, don't leave. We're not cops. That's when one of my friends started his car. Loud rumble. The guy turned his head. That was our cue. I jumped in my girl's car, fired it up. There was barely enough space to squeeze past the van, but we made it.

We floored it out of there. Took those country roads like we were in a fast and furious movie. Got back to my place in record time. No clue what that guy had planned. But whatever it was, it wasn't good. Another reason to stay alert on Halloween. One last story. This one I'm telling for a friend, but it's too eerie not to share. He's 21, lives in this place called medical housing. Think of it like a quiet village where everyone either has a medical condition or is elderly. Everyone gets their

own small cottage. It's peaceful. Usually. A couple of weeks ago, he was chilling at social hour, when people started talking about weird knocks on their doors at night. One lady even said someone tried her doorknob. Thankfully, it was locked. Everyone figured it was just local kids messing around. A few days later, my buddy had physical therapy. He must have forgotten to lock one of his doors. He was wiped when he got home, so he napped.

Around evening, his sweet neighbor Vicky came by to help him set up his breathing machine. She's a retired nurse, always looking out for people. She fiddled with the furnace but then frowned. Your heat's not working, she said. It's going to get cold. You should stay with me tonight. He agreed. Groggy, not really thinking about it.

But he noticed something odd. Vicky was acting. He knew her from their theater days, and her smile wasn't real. She was nervous. As they packed up his men, medical gear, he heard a sound from the closet. Thought it was his cat. They made it to Vicky's place, and her husband Frank set up a bed. Then she dropped the bomb. She'd seen a man crouched inside his walk-in closet. Didn't want to scare him while he was in the house, his conditions too fragile.

He felt sick. That person could have been in there while he was at therapy, or while he slept. Vicky hugged him. Don't worry. Frank has a gun. If anything happens, just call, and that's where it ended. For now. Look, I don't care if you believe in ghosts, serial killers, or Halloween curses. But every year, October 31st brings out something strange. Whether it's people in masks, van creeps, or shadowy figures hiding in closets, just watch your back. Because some of Some monsters don't wear costumes. To be continued.