Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Terrifying True Stories of Intruders, Stalkers, and Family Horror That Haunt Forever PART1 #28

Episode Date: October 21, 2025

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Horror. Creepy stories that still haunt me. All right, so let me take you back a few years, because I still get chills just thinking about this. I was 17 at the time, which feels like forever ago, and my parents had decided to take a trip out of the country. Nothing unusual about that. They loved going away and leaving me behind. Don't get me wrong, they weren't irresponsible or anything. It was just normal for them to head off for a week or two and trust that I'd manage the house. Honestly, I didn't mind. I kind of enjoyed the peace and quiet. Plus, we lived in a safe area, or at least I thought so back then. That night started off just like any other. It was around one in the morning, late, but that was my normal schedule back then. I was the kind of kid who could stay up

all night watching movies, munching on snacks, and scrolling endlessly on my phone. And, because I'm apparently a glutton for punishment, I had picked a horror movie that night. You know, the kind where the characters do something so stupid that you're yelling at the screen, don't go in there, even though you know they will. So, picture this. Me, curled up in bed, lights off, except for the glow of the TV. Blanket pulled up to my chin like it was going to protect me from ghosts. I was halfway through the movie,

when I suddenly heard the letterbox on the front door slam shut. Now, normally I would have ignored it, and honestly I tried to. That thing had a bad habit of rattling whenever the, the wind blew a certain way. I told myself it was nothing, just the wind being the wind. But then, about five minutes later, the security light in the back garden flicked on. Now here's the creepy part. My bedroom window was directly above the garden, so I saw it immediately. At first, I convinced myself it had to be a cat. We got a ton of them wandering through the neighborhood, using everyone's backyards like their personal highways.

I sat up, stared out the window for a while, expecting to see a fluffy tail bouncing through the grass, but nothing moved, nothing at all. I shrugged it off, went back to my movie, and tried not to overthink it. But here's where it got weird. About 20 minutes later, the film ended. I turned the TV off,

and suddenly the silence of the house hit me like a brick. No background noise, no distractions, just me and the dark. That's when I heard it. The back door handle. Jiggle. Jiggle. I froze, like completely froze. My brain knew the door was locked. I double checked before bed, but the sound of someone testing it sent my heart into overdrive. I could literally hear it pounding in my ears. Part of me wanted to hide under the covers like a little kid, but another part of me, the part that clearly has no sense of self-preservation, decided I should go investigate. So I crept down the stairs, every step creaking louder than it should have.

As soon as I reached the bottom, the sound stopped, dead silence. That almost made it worse, because it meant whoever was messing with the handle knew I was coming. I walked slowly down the hallway toward the kitchen, where the back door was, when suddenly I heard the letterbox on the front door creak open. My head whipped around, and what I saw nearly made me pass out on the spot. There was a finger, just one finger, holding the letter box open, and behind it, staring straight at me, were these wide, unblinking eyes. They were wild, crazy, like something out of a nightmare.

I couldn't move, I couldn't scream. my whole body locked up as those eyes just stared at me through the slot. It felt like time had stopped, like we were frozen in some awful staring contest that I couldn't escape. Finally, the letterbox closed, slow and deliberate. And then the mocking started. At first, it was just a knock-knock, like someone pretending to be polite. But when I shouted at them, told them to screw off that I was calling the cops, the knocking turned violent.

They started banging on the door, pounding it with their fists, maybe even their feet. The whole door rattled in its frame, and I thought for sure it was going to cave in. And then, just like that, it stopped. Silence again. I stood there, shaking, straining my ears,

and that's when I heard the slow sound of footsteps walking away. Needless to say, I didn't sleep that night, not even a minute. I just sat there, phone clutched in my hand, waiting for the sound of the door crashing open. It never came, but the image of those eyes has stayed burned into my memory ever since. That was creepy enough, but it wasn't the only time weird stuff happened in my family. Let me tell... Hi, I'm Darren Marler. Host of the Weird Darkness podcast. I want to talk about the most important tool in my podcast belt. Spreaker is the all-in-one platform that makes it easy to record, host,

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They were inseparable back then, always going for drives in Chrissy's big old Cadillac DeVille. We lived in one of those newer housing developments, the kind that was technically in a rural area but had all these cookie-cutter houses packed together. Basically, there wasn't much to do, so joyriding around the neighborhood was their entertainment. One night, they were driving around, laughing, blasting music, just being teenagers. By the time they came back to our street, it was dark. Chrissy was going to drop Tori off at our house before heading home. Chrissy's place was only half a block away. Now our house had this big patio out front with tall trees on either side of the driveway.

The trees gave it a nice bit of privacy, but they also blocked the view of the driveway from the street. That night, Chrissy pulled up in front of our house and Tori was about to get out when Chrissy suddenly grabbed her arm. Tori turned a look at her and saw absolute fear in Chrissy's face. What, Tori asked, but then Chrissy's eyes darted toward the house. Tori turned a look, and that's when she saw him. Crouched between the parked cars in the driveway was a man. He was dressed head to toe in black, black pants, black long-sleeved shirt,

and, creepiest of all, a black ski mask. and he was barefoot. That detail has always haunted me for some reason. Something about seeing someone standing in the dark with no shoes on felt wrong. The man stared right at them, then slowly raised a finger to his lips, motioning for them to stay quiet. Torrey freaked out, slammed the car door shut, and yelled for Chrissy to drive. They tore down the street and straight to Chrissy's house, where they told her dad everything. He, immediately called the police and my dad. Cops searched the area, but found nothing, no footprints, no man, nothing.

The scariest part, while all this was happening outside, my parents, me, and my younger sister were inside the house, completely unaware that some masked stranger was creeping around our driveway. And then there's Daryl. When I was little, like three or four, there was this guy in our neighborhood named Daryl. He was in his 30s, lived with his parents, and everyone knew him for being, well, strange. He was schizophrenic and heavily into drugs, which made his behavior unpredictable. Some days he'd walk up and down the street for hours, talking to himself or playing air guitar

to music only he could hear. Other days, he'd just stand on the sidewalk and scream profanities at nobody. But what made him truly terrifying was his obsession with young girls. He'd hang around the bus stop just watching as they got off. Everyone in the neighborhood knew to be wary of him. My mom, who worked as a probation officer, knew him from the courthouse. Whenever she saw him walking down the street, she'd yell for us kids to come inside immediately. One night, my mom had thrown out some of our old toys, cheap plastic tiaras, pink boas, wands, that kind of stuff.

Later, she heard some... Hi, I'm Darren Marler, host of the Weird Darkness Podcast. I want to talk about the most important tool in my podcast belt. Spreaker is the all-in-one platform that makes it easy to record, host, and distribute your show everywhere, from Apple Podcasts to Spotify. But the real game changer for me was Spreker's monetization. Spreaker offers dynamic ad insertion. That means you can automatically insert ads into your episodes.

No editing required. And with Spreker's programmatic ads, they'll bring the ads to you, and you get paid for every download. This turned my podcasting hobby into a full-time career. Spreaker also has a premium subscription model where your most dedicated listeners can pay for bonus content or early access, adding another revenue stream to what you're already doing. And the best part, Spreaker grows with you. Whether you're just starting out or running a full-blown podcast network, Spreker's powerful tools scale effortlessly as your show grows. So if you're ready to podcast like a pro and get paid while doing it, check out spreeker.com. That's S-P-R-E-K-E-R dot com. one rummaging through the trash, but didn't check. The next day, Daryl showed up at court wearing the boa and tiara. He actually went up to my mom and said, you can find such nice stuff in people's trash cans. The way he said it chilled her to the bone, because it implied that he knew

exactly where she lived. And that wasn't the end of it. A week later, there was a murder at a nearby hotel, a young woman, killed under mysterious circumstances. Daryl approached my mom not long after and started talking about it. To be continued.