Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Children of the House Next Door The Disturbing Case of the Rowles Part3 #61

Episode Date: September 15, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales  #hauntedchildren #darktruthrevealed #supernaturalhorror #evilnextdoor #rowlescase  In Part 3 of the Rowles saga, the nightmare spirals deeper into the unknown. After a series of disturbing encounters and disappearances, the narrator uncovers the horrifying origin of the Rowles children — a past soaked in death, rituals, and something far older than the house itself. As reality begins to unravel, and the neighborhood succumbs to an invisible evil, it's no longer a question of who the Rowles children are… but what they’ve become. With time running out and no one left to trust, the final pieces of the puzzle start to fall into place — and they’re far worse than imagined.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales,rowlespart3, hauntedorigins, supernaturalkids, demonicchildren, evilrituals, darkfamilylegacy, cursedneighbors, horrifictruth, ritualhaunting, ancientevilreturns, terrifyingrevelations, suburbanparanoia, ghostchildrenstory, finalwarning

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But lately, the real issue, the one that kept gnawing at Marissa, was Marissa herself. The girl was caught in the middle of a twisted, violent home where survival came at the cost of silence, and silence often meant complicity. See, Marissa was just a kid, in and out of the house constantly, sometimes spending the weekend. When she was there, they had to pretend everything was fine. Smiles, nods, keep your head down. Alice hated the pretense. She didn't like hiding the monster inside her, so she tried to bring Marissa over to her side, to make her a little accomplice. She told Marissa to watch the other kids, to monitor the closet where they were kept, to make sure they stayed put. But Marissa wasn't like that. She was just a little girl with a good

heart. So, one day when Alice and Mary were out, she broke the rules. She opened the closet and let the kids out. The children, starving and weak, ran straight to the kitchen. They threw open every cabinet, every drawer, every door, and found what they hadn't seen in what felt like forever, food. The fridge was stuffed, the pantry overflowing. But they barely processed the shock before instinct took over. They dove in like wild animals, devouring whatever they could grab. Then came Alice. Out of nowhere, like she'd been watching. Maybe she had. Maybe it was all a trap. She didn't yell. She didn't scream. She just told them to sit at the table, in a circle, like some sick tea party. Then she stepped out into the backyard. This family had pets. A dog.

A bunch of cats. You'd think pets might mean some warmth in a place like that. But not with Alice. She came back with a large bowl. Not food. Not punishment food. Worse. She'd scooped up the dog's feces from the yard and plopped it into a bowl.

Then she handed each kid a spoon. What followed is the stuff of nightmares. The kind of horror that stains your mind permanently. They were forced to eat it. And Alice didn't just force them, she watched. She enjoyed it. Like it was a performance. And the more they suffered, the more she seemed to savour it.

This became her new favourite punishment. The closet used to be the worst of it, but now. This was the crown jewel of her cruelty. If they disobeyed, ate without permission, vomited, back to the kitchen they went, back to the bowl. Eventually, she stopped feeding them entirely. Once a week, she'd give them food, and only for two minutes. She'd placed the dish down, start a timer, and watched them scramble like animals. They were so hungry they started throwing up in secret just to eat their own vomit,

hoping to trick their bodies into thinking they'd eaten more. When she caught them, the beatings got worse. She used anything, spoons, sticks, even hammers. But the worst was saved for Tyler. She'd make the older kids hold him down while she went at him. Spoons across the back. Wooden sticks to the legs. And hammer blows, straight to his feet.

They tried to escape, many times. Through windows, across the yard. But between 2000 and 2001, Alice nailed the windows shut. And Mary? She just pretended she didn't see. She claimed she was too high to notice. Too sedated. A sleep on her feet.

She repeated that lie for years. Until one day, Alice turned on Mary. A fight broke out. Slaps turned to punches, and Alice threatened to kill her. That was Mary's wake-up call. She opened the door, grabbed the kids, and ran. They tore down the street, screaming. Alice got in the car and chased them, yelling death threats. The family ended up banging on a neighbor's door,

begging for help. Finally, they were safe, or so they thought. Mary told the neighbor everything. The beatings. The hammer blows. The feces. The starvation. She claimed she hadn't known, but now she was wide awake. Social services were called. But they didn't show. No follow-up. Nothing. And then, Alice showed up, armed, furious, terrifying. She dragged them all back home. Marissa was nine at the time. Seeing all this, being part of it, was too much. 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. Jampacked 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 if 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 hse.orgas slash cervical check. Put in your PPS number, shake in the date of birth.

And then they tell you when your next appointment is due. Oh my God, that's real. 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.4 slash cervical check. She told her dad everything. He went to the police and filed over 100 complaints.

Each time, social services ignored him. Worse, Alice flipped the script. She used the complaints to file harassment charges against him. Claimed he was the abuser. That he and Mary were the problem. And somehow, it worked. The courts granted custody of Marissa to Alice. Her father tried to fight.

Pleaded with the court. But they wouldn't listen. He wasn't even allowed to visit him. Back at the house, Marissa was never hit. Alice didn't lay a finger on her. But that didn't mean she was safe. Alice turned her into a jailer, made her lock up the kids, spy on them, snitch. Marissa hated it.

She wanted to protect her siblings, but how? So she started working in secret. Helping when she could. Planning, thinking, dreaming of escape. By 2002, the chaos had exploded. Neighbors filed reports. Family members. Strangers.

Everyone knew something was wrong. But social services looked the other way. Every time the kids ran away, the cops just took them right back. They stopped trusting anyone. They stopped talking. They shut down completely. Starved. Abused.

Desperate. Then came April 28, 2003. Four of the kids had been locked in the closet for an entire month. Marissa and Caleb, the youngest, were left outside. Caleb was spared most of the horrors, being the baby helped. But the others? Skin and bones. Covered in sores. Dying slowly. That night, Alice and Mary were asleep. Marissa and Caleb pushed the dresser aside. Opened the closet. The four came stumbling out, barely able to stand. They spread out through the house.

Daryl found a window, started yanking out the nails with his fingers, tore his skin. Bled. But he did it. He opened the window. Daryl jumped to the porch roof. From there, he reached for Tyler and Jesse. He carried Jesse on his back and tried to climb a pipe, but it snapped. They crashed to the ground.

Darrell landed on Jesse, knocking him out. For a second, Jesse didn't move. But then he got up. Hurt, but alive. Tyler jumped next, broke his ankle on impact. Panic set in. They were loud. They were sure Alice had heard.

Sure she'd be coming. They didn't wait to find out. They ran. Down the street. Through the dark. Limping. Stumbling. Bleeding.

They made it to a park and collapsed behind a dumpster. Opened the lid. Searched for food. Eat whatever they could find. At 5 a.m., a cop car pulled up. They froze. They were sure it was over again. that the cycle would restart. Back to Alice. Back to the closet. But the cops took one look

and knew. These weren't kids playing hooky. These were skeletons. Their eyes hollow. Bodies covered in bruises and cuts. The kids told their story. Within hours, police stormed the house. No warnings. No warrants. They didn't need them. They found nothing resembling a home. No toys. No furniture. Fices in corners. Rought. Chaos. The closet was real. The scratches. The smell. The truth. Alice and Mary were arrested that day. Fifty charges of child abuse. At first, they pleaded not guilty. But the evidence was overwhelming. Eventually, they confessed. They were sentenced to 30 years each, but it doesn't end there. Fifteen years later, my daughter, Ellie, had this ankle pain and we went to see VHI orthopedics.

They actually picked up on her fatigue issues. So they brought in a rheumatologist and just a few small tests. They realized that Ellie was sediac. So what was brilliant was that VHI had a pediatric dietitian ready to help manage her diet. Uh, really felt seamless. VHI, because your health means everything. In 2018, Mary had the gall to ask for parole. She stood there and said, I've caused pain, suffering, and trauma.

I'm truly sorry. I want to move forward. I want a second chance to prove I've changed. She said prison had transformed her. That she was a better woman now. But the court said no. Her request was denied. And today, both Alice and Mary remain behind bars.

So now it's your turn. What do you think? Was justice truly served? Did they get what they deserved? The end.