Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Forgotten Torture Basement Beneath the Bank A Manager's Nightmarish Discovery Below #4

Episode Date: September 8, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales  #torturebasement #urbanexplorationgonewrong #hiddenhorrors #banksecrets #nightmarefuel  "The Forgotten Torture Basement Beneath the Bank" follows a bank manager's accidental discovery of a long-forgotten underground chamber hidden behind rusted doors and decaying brick. But this isn't just a relic of the past—it's a chamber of horrors, complete with restraints, bloodstains, and cryptic markings. The further he investigates, the more sinister the truth becomes. A mix of true-crime atmosphere and psychological terror, this story taps into our deepest fears: what if evil was just a staircase away... and no one ever knew?  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, torturechamber, hiddenhistory, nightmarebasement, forgottenrooms, bankmystery, urbanhorrors, darkpast, hauntedunderground, disturbingdiscovery, oldbuildingsecrets, truecrimevibes, managerstale, psychologicalterror, architecturalnightmare  

There's so much rugby on Sports Extra 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. Jampack 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. For as long as I can remember, there was an abandoned ruin of a bank sitting alone and empty

surrounded by vast concrete lots. The bank branch moved to a different location years ago before collapsing during the 2008 recession. Nowadays, the local homeless take refuge in the abandoned bank from the rain or heat wave. The empty parking lot became a place where kids would skateboard or delivery vans to park overnight. While many didn't give the place much thought after knowing about it, there were some rumors from those who lived long enough to visit the bank prior to the abandonment. Before it was a bank, it was an isolated convenience store that was actually a cover for a local criminal gang. The gang had murdered plenty of people after torturing them for sadistic pleasures. Rumor has it, there's an underground basement complex where they would drag the victims and torture

them before their execution. The bodies would be ground up and burned until nothing was left. The gang was eventually rounded up and arrested and the banking firm moved in afterwards. No one is sure if the basement was real or not since there was no evidence to be found about the building. I know for certain it exists and it should stay unknown for the good of everyone. It is not worth the risk of your life or mental state to visit the complex. I am actually neighbors with a former bank manager of that building prior to the move. He is currently retired and has been suffering from memory problems. due to old age. However, he remembers his time as a bank manager all too well no thanks to what

he has experienced. He went down there for the first and last time. Here is his account paraphrased in his own words. Neighbors POV, when I was young, I was once the manager of the bank which was where the ruins are now. Back then, we had more business with customers since poverty kept many nearby residents from buying cars. They either walked, took a tax rode a bike, or took the bus or train. The notoriety of the building was already well known to the residents. The employees and other workers, including myself, knew about the urban legend. The urban legend about a supposed torture chamber underneath the building. People who made small talk with the tellers and loan officers often asked about the basement area. It's been

used as a smoking lounge for employees since it was very well ventilated. People still smoked a lot in the 80s and early 90s. I was a more curious man back then. I had been facing something of a crisis in life in my late 20s. I wanted some adventure in my life since I had none growing up in poverty. What better way to satisfy my desire than to explore an urban legend, eh? So, I made the choice to try to find the secret complex. The basement was quite small for what should be a torture chamber. The entryway was normal for a basement area like any other in homes and businesses. Plus, the basement was already colorful and nice when we moved in. I deduced the real entry to the torture chamber was hidden.

So, I searched for it during my smoke break. I eventually found it. The metal door was hidden by a metal bookshelf that concealed itself nicely. Sort of like in Frank's annex. The interior design of the basement stayed the same since there was no need to for it. The sofas were comfy and soft, and the bookshelves made for good places to display cartons of cigarettes for all employees to share. After the discovery, I decided to do my exploration after working hours and with supplies needed. By tomorrow, I had acquired a flashlight

with extra batteries, a Polaroid camera, a bottle of water, a pistol with a full mag with some extras, and my smokes and a lighter if I get the urge. In hindsight, going alone was a bad idea, but, I was young and dumb. It was surprisingly easy to open a metal door despite some time of neglect and not being used. It was dark inside and there seemed to be no light switch. I turned on my flashlight and searched for one in the dark. None can be found.

With a deep breath, I entered the torture chamber. The complex was actually a lot bigger than I thought. By my calculations on the direction I was going, it expanded over to the front parking lot and to the right side where the old library was. The smell was awful which was like a mix between rotten fish and rotten eggs mixed with diarrhea waste and sewage. My flashlight was the cheapest I could afford so my visibility wasn't so great. But, I think it's for the best from what I could make out. There were small cells with a chair inside. The chairs were modified to keep people restrained while unspeakable acts were done.

Each cell was even well stocked with trays and racks of tools of torture. I swear I saw some hints of them being used such as rust from blood stains that were never cleaned off. I kept walking through the torture complex while taking photos of everything. There were setups for various kinds of torture including pillars stained with blood, tables big enough to lay a human body on, a rack for stretching people, and etc. There was a ton of variety. Being at a place where people were tortured and killed took a heavy toll on my psyche. I needed a smoke to calm my nerves a bit.

So, I stood there in the darkness with the flashlight set right side up to help me see better. I took out a cigarette and my lighter. After lighting it, I kept the lighter still on while taking a drag. While that was happening, I swore I saw something in the corner of my right eye. I swung my head to that direction followed by the lit lighter. There was nothing there. I put away the lighter and picked up the flashlight and pointed it where I was looking. Still nothing except for a pillar I had passed by.

I was certain I saw a face of someone out there. Thinking I was just seeing things, I moved on until I came across three tanks of water. The design of those tanks are kind of like the ones Houdini used for his tricks. The water was darkened through years of stagnation and neglect. Undoubtedly, the tanks were used to drown people as a form of execution or torture. I took a photo of those tanks when the water inside the tanks moved a bit. I was shocked since there was no way water moved on its own. Suddenly, gurgled screams for help and horror rang in the air as the water in all three

tanks shook violently. Then, the rotting faces of corpses showed themselves on the glass of the tanks with their hands clawing at it. I screamed in horror as I pulled out my arm. my handgun and shot at them. That was a mistake since I put holes into the glass. That was when I decided to run away before the old glass broke away allowing those things to get free. By the time I reached the door, I heard the glass finally break and the clear roars and screams of those monsters. I locked the door and blocked it with the bookshelf. But those things were resilient and

began to pound on the door. I fled the basement and locked the metal door to it as well. I was taking no chance at all. I went as so far as to drag some big metal cabinets to block the basement door too. I ran out of the bank building and locked the doors too out of muscle memory. After that, I ran into my car and turned it on. I sat there crying about what I had just gone through. After getting a hold of myself, I drove back home and spent the entire Sunday recovering from my ordeal. Afterwards, I had a welder come and weld the torture chamber door.

shut for good. I couldn't risk having those things escaping to do who knows what. After that, he refused to speak any more about his experience in that place. I did some asking around where the homeless would usually be at. The general consensus was, they would never sleep overnight at that place no matter how bad they needed shelter from the elements. They reported strange howling from underground and muffled banging on metal. While curious about the rumors, I decided against going near that place at night. I won't risk my psyche to satisfy my curiosity. Some things are better left alone and forgotten.