Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Day I Watched a Bicyclist Die and a Stranger Might’ve Accidentally Made It Worse #66

Episode Date: August 17, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #trueaccident #witnesseddeath #roadtragedy #bicycleaccident #strangerdanger  While out one day, the narrator saw a bicyclist crash fatally. Amidst the chaos, a stranger intervened—though with good intentions, their involvement may have complicated the situation. The story captures the harrowing experience of helplessness and the haunting impact of witnessing sudden death combined with unintended consequences.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, eyewitnessaccount, tragicaccident, roadtrauma, emergencyresponse, unexpecteddeath, strangerinteraction, traumahealing, fatalcrash, streetincident, bystandereffect, realhorror, trueevent, unsettlingstory, suddenloss

All right, so let me just warn you up front, this is one of those stories that's kind of gross, kind of sad, and honestly sticks in your brain in ways you wish it wouldn't. I've never really talked about it much, like barely told anyone except maybe one or two people, but for some reason, it popped back into my head today. I guess because I'm older now, and my brain likes to throw random memories at me when I'm just trying to chill. This all went down years ago, when I was probably like 10 or 11. I'm 26 now, but trust me, even after all these years, I can still see every detail in my head like it happened yesterday. That's the thing about some stuff, you don't get to choose what sticks around in your memory. Some moments just latch on and refuse to let go no matter how much time passes. So anyway, it was one of those warm weekend mornings.

You know the type where you're just a kid with no real responsibilities, and the whole world feels like your playground? I was with a mix of family and friends at this public bike park near our neighborhood. It wasn't anything fancy, just a couple of dirt trails, ramps, and open spaces where kids and teenagers like to ride their bikes and hang out. We'd spent the better part of the morning riding around, racing each other, and just goofing off like kids do. By the time it happened, we were already starting to pack up. My mom was loading some backpacks into the car, and my cousin was trying to convince.

her four, five more minutes on the ramps. You know the drill. That's when it all changed. Suddenly, there was this ear-piercing screech, the unmistakable sound of tires locking up on asphalt. And then, a loud, sickening thud. It was the kind of sound that makes your stomach twist in knots even before you know what it is. Everyone stopped what they were doing. My head snapped toward the noise, and through the chain-link fence and the gaps in the trees lining the park, I saw it. There was this man's body tumbling across the road, rolling like a barrel. That's really the only way I can describe it. His arms flopped outwardly and seemed to bend in ways arms aren't supposed to bend. Every time his body hit the ground, it bounced slightly before continuing its roll,

like a rag doll being tossed. He finally slowed down and came to a stop, sprawled out in the middle of the street. At first, nobody moved. There was just this collective moment of stunned silence where time seemed to freeze. And then, almost all at once, people reacted. We dropped everything and bolted toward the street. By the time we got there, a couple of adults had already whipped out their phones and were frantically calling 911. The driver, a teenage guy, couldn't have been older than 17, was absolutely losing. it. He was pacing back and forth near the car, hands gripping his hair, crying uncontrollably, and muttering, oh my God, oh my God, over and over again like a broken record. I remember

feeling bad for him even as a kid because it was obvious he had no idea what to do. Now here's where the scene really burned itself into my brain. The man was lying on his back in the road. It didn't look like he'd fallen backward, though. From what people were saying, He'd flown forward and smashed face-first into the car's windshield and the passenger-side a pillar. The impact had basically flattened his face. His nose, it wasn't there anymore. His features were all caved in, and there was this thick, yellowish fluid, looked like mucus or snot, slowly oozing out of his ears.

His mouth hung slack, and he didn't make a sound. But somehow, his chest was still rising and falling. I stood there frozen. Even as a kid, I understood how serious this was. I could see him breathing, but it was shallow and weird, like every breath might be his last. That's when this woman came barreling onto the scene. I don't know if she stopped her car or if she had been nearby, but she was big and loud and clearly panicking. She ran up to the guy on the ground screaming at the top of her lungs, S-I-R. Sir, are you over? Even as a ten-year-old, I remember thinking, Lady, does it look like he's okay?

But here's where it went from bad to worse. She knelt down beside him, grabbed his shoulders, and started violently shaking him. I mean, she was yanking his upper body up off the pavement and then slamming him back down, over and over. Sir. Wake up. Stay with me. S-I-R, she kept yelling. Even back then, I'd heard her.

somewhere you weren't supposed to move someone's neck or back after an injury like that. And here this lady was, jerking the guy around like a rag doll. I couldn't believe it. Within seconds of her doing that, his breathing stopped. One moment his chest was rising and falling, and then, nothing. Just stillness. To this day, I'm not sure if she killed him by shaking him like that or if he was already too far gone to survive anyway. But a part of me feels like she might have made it worse. Like maybe he had a chance, slim as it was, and she snuffed it out. Eventually, the paramedics showed up, sirens blaring, and they took over. They checked his pulse, tried CPR, the whole nine yards. But after a while, they loaded him into the ambulance and didn't

turn the sirens back on. I overheard someone say, he didn't make it. Turns out the guy had been drinking and decided to ride his bike home. Witnesses said he swerved right into the street without looking and slammed into the side of that poor kid's car. The kid wasn't speeding or doing anything wrong, it was just one of those freak accidents where everything goes wrong in a split second. I still think about that driver sometimes. He couldn't have been much older than I am now. I wonder if he's okay, if he ever got over it. I hope he did because it really wasn't his fault. You'd think something like that would leave me traumatized, but surprisingly, it didn't. Maybe because I was so young I couldn't fully process what I was seeing. Or maybe my brain just

compartmentalized it and stuck it in some dusty corner until years later. Even so, every now and then I'll be doing something random, washing dishes, walking to the store, and the memory will slam into me out of nowhere. And I'll remember just how fragile life really is. One moment you're here, riding your bike on a sunny morning, and the next, gone. It's weird, isn't it? How we all go about our days, never knowing if some random chain of events is going to end at all. Anyway, that's my story. Just something wild I saw as a kid that I'll never forget. I hope none of you ever have to see something like that in your lives. The end.