Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Leasing Deal That Unleashed a Nightmare Starving Kids, Missing Men, and Madness #80

Episode Date: August 28, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #missingpersons #starvation #darksecrets #urbanhorror #survivalstory  This chilling story reveals how a seemingly ordinary leasing agreement became the catalyst for a dark nightmare involving starving children, disappearing men, and creeping madness. As the characters dive deeper into the deal’s shadowy aftermath, they uncover horrifying truths that expose corruption, desperation, and a sinister force manipulating their fate. A haunting tale of survival and human cruelty on the brink.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, missingpersons, starvation, urbanhorror, survivalstory, darksecrets, corruption, kidnapping, psychologicalhorror, despair, thriller, mystery, crime, haunting, tragedy

I inherited a summer camp that has been passed down from my great-grandparents in a small wooded area in Wyoming. The camp has eight cabins, where each cabin can hold up to 10 people. I rent out the camp to special needs people for about half of the year and the camp lays dormant for most of the fall and winter months, unless I can find someone to lease it out to. The upkeep of the camp is almost impossible because almost everything was built in the early 1900s to include the cabins and the plumbing. When it comes to leasing the camp during the colder months, I try to sell the classic rustic charm of the camp. However, most people just see a rundown complex that doesn't look appealing. I just incurred a major expense from updating our

underground electrical system that my grandfather installed sometime in the 1950s. I have two full-time maintenance men but I had to hire surveyors and electricians, which cost close to $200,000 to dig up the old wires and install new ones. With the mounting expenses, there is no way that I'm going to be able to pay the taxes without having leasing groups at the camp for the fall and winter months. I will get an inquiry every few days to rent out a few of the cabins for a weekend, but the $500 isn't worth my time and energy. However, about an hour ago, I might have found the potential leasing group that I'm in dire need of. I had rented out the camp to this group a couple of winters ago, for a week, and I didn't have any issues with them.

In fact, they required very little time and resources for me and my maintenance staff. The potential leasing group has roots from India, where they're a unique blend of blended Catholics and Hindus who formed a religion known as Acharya. The contact person of the group, Singh said that they would bring the maximum amount of people, which is 80 where they would spend two weeks fasting and praying. Them not using the kitchen is an ideal situation because I can keep the kitchen closed and not worry about stocking food and other supplies. One of my maintenance guys, Max lives in an old house from the late 1800s that's on my property and the other maintenance guy, Bill lives within 20 minutes, so between the two of them, they should be fine if any

maintenance issues arise. I met Singh on Friday evening and I toured him around the campus. He seems like a genuinely nice guy who has sponsored countless Indian families in America over the past decade. The remainder of the leasing group will arrive on Saturday morning, where Singh said that he felt comfortable with the layout of the camp and who to contact, if there's an emergency, which is me. Being a single woman, most days I just want to sell the camp and the property, but I promise my family that I would try to keep the tradition going. I haven't had much luck dating guys, who typically run off when they realize the commitment of running this camp. I even tried dating females and learned that dating women really isn't my cup of tea.

My house is located a mile away from the camp, so at least I have some separation from my home life and work. Saturday morning arrives and Max texted me that the leasing group arrived with no real issues. Since no problems had arisen, I went shopping in a quaint village not far from my house, where I picked up some festive Thanksgiving ornaments. I'm glad that I have Max and Bill available, where I really did. don't have to do anything. I chatted online with some potential flings tonight and had two glasses of wine. This morning is Sunday, where I wake up and automatically check my phone to see if there's

any pressing issues. Wow. Nothing, I say out loud to myself, as I see I don't have any missed calls or texts. Sunday, I spend most of the day having football on as background noise, where I do some tidying up around the house. I end the day with chatting online. with some of my male friends, where I set up for one of them to come over on Monday. I fall asleep again tonight by drinking wine. I wake up Monday, where I really like seeing that there's still no issues at the camp. I send separate texts to Max and to sing, where they both assure me that everything is fine. My male friend, Dan stops by on Monday night, where we watch football and I slap his hands away each time he gets too playfully aggressive with me. He wants to sleep over, but I

convince him to leave for the night. Tuesday morning, everything is still going great, where I'm having second thoughts of ever wanting to sell this camp, because when everything goes the way it's supposed to, then it's really easy money. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday are blissfully peaceful, where I enjoyed doing nothing more than relaxing around my house. This definitely sets a record for the most consecutive days of not having plumbing issues at the camp that requires calling an outside plumbing company. I guess this is how a the CEO of a large corporation operates, where she just lets things fall into place and lets her underlings take care of all the pressing issues, where typically it's the opposite

for me, where there'll be a leak in one of the cabin's roof and I have to wake up at 2 a.m. and figure out what to do. Sunday morning rolls around and I send out another text to sing in Max. I get a response that everything is fine from the both of them, but something is a little odd in Max's response. Max responded, everything is going great at the camp. Minor issues that were quickly dealt with. I will let you know if anything arises. Thic. I noticed the word Thic at first and thought that Max probably accidentally misspelled a word and instead of erasing the word he accidentally pushed it forward.

Then, because I really didn't have anything else to do, I studied his text closer and said to myself that there's not even a word that starts with the letter T in his text or anything that resembles the word thik. Just for the heck of it, I put Thick into Google and discovered the word means, okay, in Hindi. Max is a talker and the most logical explanation would be that Max was talking to Singh or someone else from the leasing group and they taught Max the word which he thought about using. Just for the heck of it, I called Max. The phone rang and rang and eventually went to voicemail, where I left him a message to call me back. I waited an hour and called Max again and I got no answer. I was starting to get concerned, then I got a message that read,

sorry Jocelyn for missing your phone call. Once again, I'm stuck looking at the text, where Max and most other people call me, Joe. I think maybe Max is being passive-aggressive by calling me by my full name, but I can't dismiss the fact that he tries to call me all the time. So much so, that I have joked around with him in the past and called him more than a woman than I am for his wanting to talk versus texting. I was going to have Bill cut the grass, so I reached out to Bill and asked him to cut the grass on Monday and then call me when he's done. I thought about stopping by the camp, but I learned from past experiences that leasing groups tend to overly complain about small things when they see me. It's now Monday

morning and I know that it takes sometimes more than eight hours to cut the grass at camp, so I don't expect to hear from Bill until later on. Five p.m. rolls around and I don't hear from Bill as I expected that I would, so I call Bill and it goes straight to voicemail. Oh crap, something's wrong. I blurt out. I'm starting to get a bad vibe, because I'm not hearing from Bill or Max. I call Bill again. It goes straight to voicemail. 20 minutes later, I get a text from Bill's number saying that everything is fine.

Part of me is thinking to let sleeping dogs lie and another part of me is starting to get paranoid. I know I won't be able to sleep tonight, so I decide to take the drive over to camp. I think about calling the police, but I don't want any bad publicity being attached to my camp. I don't want to be seen driving into the camp by the leasing group. There's a walking trail that leads into the camp, if I park my car on road, so that's what I decide to do. I never had a situation like this before, where two of my maintenance employees won't call and talk to me. As I walked closer to the camp, I see Bill's car parked in the general parking lot and I see Max's car parked by the old house. I'm really starting to get a bad vibe about this current situation. I try to be as quiet as

possible and walk towards a cabin that is dimly lit. I still have about 50 yards to go before I reach the cabin. I don't know where Singh is, but I assume he is one of the eight cabins. The weather is in the low 40s tonight, so I figure it's doubtful that people are outside the cabins. I make my way to the lit-up cabin's window. I look into the window and my eyes try to figure out what I'm seeing. What the hell? I whisper to myself, as I see ten kids that look to be anywhere from ten years old to thirteen years old laying miserably in their beds. I see this weird religious paraphernalia around the door to the cabin and around the two windows as well. The kids are still awake as I see them tossing and turning. Are they being starved to death?

I blurred out to myself. I really start to get nervous now as I start to realize that some really heinous is going on. I wish I knew what happened to my maintenance guys, because I could really use their help right now. If I call the police, then any time someone does a Google search on my camp, they will see a reference to kids being abused, while being on my property, then no one will ever lease out my camp again. I think to myself. I just want Singh to leave my camp with the rest of his group. I feel really bad for these kids in this cabin, but I don't know if this is some kind of weird religious ritual, where the kids have to fast or something. The worst religious thing I had to do was not eat meat on Fridays as a kid during Easter. I know that Jewish people fast during

Yom Kippur, but that is only about a day or so, where these kids in this cabin look like they're being starved to death. I've met people from India over the years and I was never aware of any type of sick religious ritual like this. I want to see what else is going on in the other cabins as I tiptoe to the next one. There are no lights on so I rely on the moonlight to peek through the window. What the fuck? I blurt out, as I can see a similar image of kids suffering in their beds with the same religious paraphernalia surrounding the doors and the windows. I slowly tiptoe around each cabin, where I nearly have a heart attack each time I step on a twig. Of the remaining cabins all but one of them are filled with kids that look like they're being starved to death. The other cabin has 10 adults that

are sleeping, where one of the adults is seeing. I'm wondering if Max and Bill saw what I'm seeing regarding the starving children and the adults did something malicious to the two of them. I slowly walk to my administrative cabin. I get to the cabin and sit on the ground and lean my back against the cabin. I can't stop crying, because I feel so overwhelmed with everything. I feel like a real dirtbag for not calling the police, but I would be committing financial suicide if I do that. I try to rationalize my inactions by thinking that my camp has nothing to do with this, as Seng and his group of adults would have done this somewhere else to the kids. Time drags on as I sit out in this near freezing weather. The only logical place I could think where Max would be is in the

old blue house on the camp's property. As the morning light starts to come out, I decide to walk to the old blue house. There are no lights on as I approached the house, with Max's car parked out front. And I have made it a point not to walk into this house uninvited in the past, because I see it as Max's home, but since he won't answer his phone or the door when I knock, I'm giving no other option than to open the door with my spare key. I walk into the house and I don't see any signs of Max or Bill. I say, Max, out loud over and over again as I approach his room with no answer. I see that his bedroom is empty. The whole house is empty, so I decide to go into the basement. I really hate going into this basement during normal circumstances because it's dark and creepy and with all of this weird stuff going on with this leasing group just exacerbates my feelings. I put my phone's flashlight on and walk into the basement via the old wooden stairs. Right away I see Max and Bill laid out on the basement floor. Oh fuck! I blurt out as I hope the both of them aren't dead.

Bill is the closest to me as I come down the steps, so I shake him and say, Bill, Bill wake up. He starts to come around the more I shake him and he eventually says, Where am I? You're in the basement of the old blue house. How did I get here? I don't know. I tried calling you last night but you never answered. I saw that you or Max cut the grass. That's right. I cut the grass yesterday. Then what happened? That nice man, Singh, from the leasing group brought me a cup of soda. Do you think he spiked your beverage with something? Obviously, Bill starts to sit up and then he stands up. He looks a little shaky on his feet, but he is able to stand on his own. We both go over to Max and lightly shake him. He too starts to come around. Max are you okay? I ask him, how the hell did I get down here? He says, Bill and I shrug our shoulders. Max then says, I really have no idea. The last thing I remember is talking to that same thing. guy about what the hell he was doing with those kids in the cabins. What do you remember seeing in the

cabins? I ask him, you know it was really an odd sight, where I remember seeing weird religious crap in the cabins with the kids wandering around aimlessly in the cabins. Did you go inside the cabins or look through the windows? I looked through the windows. What made you look through the windows? I just thought it was odd that it was the middle of the day and no one was outside. What is the last thing you remember. I was standing by the window of cabin number five and that guy's sing came up to me. I asked him what was the story of these kids and I don't remember anything else. Do you think he injected you with something? Probably. Look, we need to get this leasing group off this camp's property. Let's go and give those kids some cookies and juice before Singh and the rest of the adults wake up.

Both Max and Bill agreed, so we hurried to the dining hall and took as many cookies and juices that I had in stock and rushed them to the cabins. We started at cabin number 8, where Max handed out the cookies and I gave them box juices. Bill concentrated on removing all the creepy religious paraphernalia. I take a look at the religious stuff and I see graphic motifs of Jesus nailed to the cross and that Hindu deity that has multiple arms. We cover all the cabins in a quick amount of time as we finish giving juice and cookies to the last cabins of kids. I give out the last juice box as Bill removes the last of the religious

paraphernalia. All of the kids rush out of the cabin, which I figured was from the sugar from the juice and the cookies, which gave them energy that the kids needed. This has to be the worst case of widespread child abuse that has occurred in the United States. I say to Max and Bill, I know. I can't believe what scumbags sing and the rest of those adults are. Bill says, Let's go and see if those kids need anything. Max says, Why don't the two of you guys go? I just want to call my father to see if I should call our lawyer or the police.

The two guys leave the cabin to see if the kids need any help. I proceed to call my father, whose initial instinct was to call the police, but then we talked it over and we decided that it's best to call our lawyer first. I searched through my phone and find the number for Robanovitz and Robanovitz ESQ who charges me. $150 an hour as a consultation fee. As I start to dial the number I hear someone quickly approaching the cabin that I'm in. Oh my God, what have you done? Singh says to me as he barges through the cabin door. You look here, you son of a bitch. You were starving those kids and you drugged my two employees. If they would have minded their own business then they wouldn't have gotten drugged. Why the fuck were

you starving those kids? Living in Wyoming, all you know is your own little world. You have no idea what kind of evil is generated when you live in pure squalor with no type of governmental safety nets for the past hundreds of years. What are you talking about? I ask Singh. Look out the window. Oh my God. I say in sheer horror. What the hell are those kids doing? Are they eating a raw deer? I ask. Sing comes to the window and points to what I'm seeing and says, yes, they caught a deer and now they're eating it, you bastard. You turn those kids into Neanderthals. Now take a look out of the other window. Singh says to me, I walk over to the other window and squint my eyes, because I really can't believe what I'm seeing. I look over at Singh

and see that he's nonchalantly putting back up the religious motives up on the door and on the other window. I'm still so shocked that I can't talk. After a few moments, I regained a few moments, I regained some of my composure and say, are those kids eating, Max and Bill? Yes. Sing responds, as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening. I look out the window again and see the kids rushing towards the cabin. You better hurry up and put up the motifs around that window. Singh says to me, I frantically rush to put everything back up around the window. I look out the window again and I see what looks like at least 60 aggressively looking kids stopped around our cabin. They look like a herd of hyenas that have a wounded lion trapped in the corner.

Are these religious motifs stopping these kids from coming back in? Yes, the same way how they were stopping them from going out. The end.