Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Burglary, the Blackmail, and the Search for Justice A Dark Secret Unveiled #47

Episode Date: September 3, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #truecrime #blackmailthriller #darksecrets #justicequest #burglaryhorror  What begins as a routine burglary spirals into a tangled web of blackmail and deception. The victim’s desperate search for justice uncovers dark secrets buried deep beneath the surface, forcing them to confront the shadows lurking in their own life. This is a chilling tale of betrayal, manipulation, and the lengths one will go to protect the truth — even when the cost might be their own safety.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, burglarycrime, blackmailhorror, justicepursuit, darkmystery, twistedsecrets, victimstory, psychologicalthriller, criminalweb, revengeplot, suspensefiction, realcrime, chillingsecrets, truthuncovered, personalhorror

So, recently I have been having recurring thoughts about something that happened over 20 years ago. These thoughts keep coming back with increased frequency and I really need to get some questions answered. I was living in Colorado Springs from mid-1992 until late 1994. I had moved there from Texas with a woman who was pregnant with my daughter who was born in 92. In 1993 this woman's sister and her boyfriend broke into a home and stole a bunch of stuff including home electronics and two. The home belonged to a fairly well-known business owner who owned and operated a string of copy slash print stores in Colorado Springs and the surrounding area. One day my girlfriend got a call from her sister who told her they had committed the burglary. She and her boyfriend were a couple of real ass clowns.

They both had substance abuse issues and he was doing all he could to gain attention from and move up the ranks in a local biker gang. Real gems these two. Her sister bragged to her about the burglary, listing all of the great stuff they stole. But the thing she was most proud of wasn't the stuff they got but what they found in one of the items they took. Among the home electronics they stole was a video camera. It was a high-end camera and would have easily fetched them a pretty penny on its own. But what really had my girlfriend's sister excited was what was on the tape they found in the camera. It was a video of this prominent business owner sexually abusing a child.

The video contained images of this man doing terrible things to a boy who appeared to be between the ages of six and eight years of age. And as if that weren't bad enough, the two low-lifes who stole it were sure the boy in the vid was the son of the man they stole the camera from. Now, everybody makes mistakes. We've all done some stupid shit in our lives. Most of us with a heart and a conscience, however, when faced with something as unbelievably sick as this, would do whatever we could to see. save a child from the unimaginable horrors the kid in the video was experiencing at the hands of someone who was supposed to love and protect him. But not these two sick fucks. Instead, my girlfriend's sister and her loser biker boyfriend had decided they were going to use the video

to blackmail the business owner in hopes of increasing their payday from the burglary. When my girlfriend shared this sickening story with me, I asked her what she planned to do about it. She answered me that she didn't know what to do because it was her sister and she was afraid of what it would do to her mom as well as what would happen to her sister. As I write this, I am remembering this being the moment I first started thinking about an exit strategy from our relationship. I immediately responded in anger and disgust, standing and yelling at my girl, telling her I didn't care what she was going to do. But because I knew about their sick plan, I was going to do something about it. Now, back then I was a regular weed smoker. By regular I mean

every day, multiple times a day. It was not a habit but a lifestyle for me. We had only been in, the Springs, for about a year and due to my careless lifestyle I already had a few tickets for traffic infractions and a warrant for failure to pay fines. My girl was quick to remind me of this when I told her I was going down to the cop shop the next day to tell them everything she had told me, which was everything her sister had told her. I was going to give the cops her sister's name and her scumbag boyfriends name too. And I didn't care what happened to me. Snitch or not, someone had to stand up for that little boy, especially when his own father wouldn't. My girl asked me not to. She said to give her some time so she could figure out a way to talk to her mom about it so they could

figure a way out for her sister. Sickened and almost in tears for that kid I yelled at her. What about that little boy? I hollered. What about a way out? for him. What's else is he going to have to try to live through while you're trying to figure out what to say to your mom and save your sister's nasty ass? And if you warn that nasty bitch about me going to the cops you will never see me again. I woke up early the next morning. Not sure I slept more than an hour or two all night. I couldn't eat so I left and drove straight to the police station. After sitting in my car for about five minutes thinking about what I was about to do and the fact that I might not walk out of there because of my warrant and tickets,

I hit my bowl one last time and made my way into the station. I told the cop at the desk I wanted to talk to a detective because I had info about two crimes and a third one being planned and he had me sit in the waiting area. I didn't have to wait long. As a detective walked me to, someplace where we can talk, it didn't take long for me to realize I actually might not be leaving there when we were through. He led me through a maze of short hallways and multiple. rooms until I was completely disoriented and had no idea where the entrance to the building was.

We sat across from each other in a room with two doors on opposite walls, the table between us and just the two chairs we were using and he said, before we start I need to see your ID and ask you one question. Do you have any wants or warrants? Be honest because I'm going to run your ID. I answered truthfully and waited while he left the room with my ID. When he returned he sat down across from me with a legal pad and a pen and nodded his head for me to start talking. I began to tell him everything I knew. He sat listening intently, stopping me occasionally to write something down or ask me a question for clarification. It took about 45 minutes for us to get through the interview and to my surprise, when we were done he handed me back my ID and told me I could go. By the time I got home

my girl was gone. I assumed to her mom's house. About 10 minutes later she would be. walked in the house and told me she hadn't talked to her mom or her sister. I stopped packing up my stuff. My girl's sister was living with her mom at the time and about three days after my fun-filled hour at the cop shop my girl's mom called to tell us the cops had just kicked in her door. There were six cop cars in the parking lot and a CSPD forensics team and about ten cops were tearing her house apart. They found a number of items from the burglary in her sister's room but not the videotape. And they were threatening to take her to jail if she didn't tell them where my girl's sister was. Apparently the detective was able to confirm the burglary happened and

the search for the tape and the culprits was on. They couldn't find the tape or her sister so they left. That night as we lay in bed my girl starts to cry. Thinking it was because of what she and her mom must be going through I tried to console her. She then explained it was because she knew where her sister was but was torn between not telling me and knowing that little boy was still in danger until the tape was found. I told her she had to tell either me or the cops what she knew. She absolutely fell apart. I then convinced her if she told me I would never let anyone know she had. And I would go to the cops. After about an hour of tears and talk she finally filled me in. About two hours after the raid on her mom's place her sister called her mom and told her she and her

for a boyfriend saw the cops at her mom's place and they were on the run. With the videotape. They were running to North Carolina to a safe house her boyfriend's biker gang had and they would blackmail the businessman from there. She told her where in NC and also shared there were other children on the tape. By the time she was done telling me I was shaking with anger. Y'all know what I did next. I still had the detective's business card, no it wasn't Kenda, so I called him immediately to

him everything. And here is where I need your help. It wasn't long after this we left Colorado. I know the two ass clowns who committed the burglary were arrested, but I have no idea what happened to the business owner, his son, or the other children on the tape. Or if anyone else was implicated in the crimes against the children as it is very doubtful the business owner was in it alone. I also know the boyfriends gang had no idea he about the tape as my girl's sister said he was afraid they would kill him if they knew what he was going to do with it. So if anyone reading this was in Colorado Springs in between 92 and, I don't know, 97 and remembers anything about this story, please message me with any info about its outcome that would be

great. Or if any of you online detectives can give me some pointers on how I can learn about what happened after we left that would be awesome too. I only have the sister's name, an approximate time of year, the location and name of business owner's stores. I cannot shake this curiosity about what happened to the little boy and the other kids and I am hoping for your help the END.