Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Legend of the Headless Woman Who Haunts the Park Demanding Money from Hikers PART6 #6

Episode Date: October 28, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #headlesswoman #hauntedpark #ghosthorror #urbanlegend #paranormalencounters  Part 6 continues the spine-chilling saga of the headless woman haunting the park. Hikers share unnerving stories of encounters that escalate in intensity, from eerie sightings to direct confrontations. This installment emphasizes the persistent terror of the legend, showing how folklore, fear, and suspense intertwine to keep the legend alive and terrifying for new generations of park visitors.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, headlesswoman, hauntedpark, ghostencounters, urbanlegend, supernaturalhorror, chillinglegend, paranormalactivity, eerieencounters, fearinthepark, creepyhiking, hauntedplaces, unexplainedphenomena, scaryfolklore, terrifyinglegend

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That's how people explain ghosts. That's what the stories say, anyway. Me? Back then, I never bought into it. Ghosts, spirits, demons, just campfire nonsense, urban legends for bored teenagers. I was the first guy to roll my eyes whenever someone whispered about haunted houses. Skeptical to the core. And honestly, I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of my friends by acting scared. It's one thing to laugh at spooky stories, but it's another to be the one who freaks out and has to be carried out crying like a toddler. So there we were, walking through the crumbling doorway of that abandoned building, pretending we were just adventurers out for some late-night fun.

Except the second we stepped inside, something shifted. It was like someone through a wet blanket of grief right over our heads. I swear, I felt like I had just walked into a funeral service, one for a child, no less. that kind of sadness that crawls into your chest and squeezes. Everyone felt it too. Nobody wanted to say it out loud, but you could see it in the way they looked around, suddenly quiet. And then the sadness melted away, replaced by something worse. Dread.

Not the kind of dread you feel before a dentist appointment or an exam, but the raw, primal kind, the one that tells you you're standing somewhere you're not supposed to be. It was like the walls themselves didn't want us there. That's when my phone died. Just, gone. Shut itself off. Wouldn't respond to my frantic button mashing, wouldn't even flash that little battery icon. Now, my phone was ancient at that point, and yeah, I'd been putting off upgrading, so I told

myself it was just bad luck. Electronics glitch all the time, right? I laughed it off to mask the chill running down my spine. But when we made it halfway up the stairs, every single phone in the group went dark. One after another. Dead. Just like that. Not one person even commented on it.

Maybe they were too spooked to mention it, or maybe they were all doing the same mental gymnastics I was, trying to explain it away before it could sink in. We finally made it to the top floor. The plan, originally, was for me to sit on the roof ledge, legs dangling, with some graffiti mural behind me. A killer Instagram shot. I'd done that kind of thing before in New York rooftops, so I figured this would be no different. But without phones, the whole point was ruined. I tried to shrug it off, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something, or someone, was already laughing at us. Disappointed, we started heading back down.

That's when the first door slammed behind us. It wasn't the sound itself that froze us, it was the fact. Because 20 minutes earlier, we had checked every one of those rooms. Empty. Dusty. Dead quiet. Now, something was shutting them. Hard. Another door slammed. Then another door slammed.

It was like the building was playing with us, closing off escape routes one by one. We panicked. Bolted down the hallway, jumping over debris and puddles of water that splashed in the dark. The sound of those slamming doors kept chasing us, echoing, making the whole place feel alive and furious. We burst into a small room with a shattered window. The space was maybe five feet by five feet, with a ceiling way too tall. for its size. Opposite the broken window was a hulking steel door, rusted, scarred by time. It looked heavy enough to crush someone if it slammed on them. I remembered something from a previous visit,

me and some buddies once tried to open that very steel door. No dice. It was stuck shut, immovable. Now I was hearing it creak. We lined up for the window. Bad luck for me, the chubbered. The chubber kid was in front, struggling to squeeze his way through. My heart was pounding. I turned back to check on the last guy in line, my best friend, and nearly screamed. His face was drained of color. His pupils were blown wide, staring at nothing. His mouth hung open in this empty expression like all the life had been vacuumed out of him. What the hell, man? You look like you just, I didn't even get to finish, before the steel doorbell.

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That's the U.RC 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.

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car is the right prescription for you. Kind of slammed shut so hard it rattled the walls. I hadn't even seen it open. Finally, chubby boy tumbled through, and it was my turn. Luckily, I'm smaller. Sliped right out. The others had already bolted for the cars, not even checking if we made it. But when I looked back, my friend was still inside.

Still staring. That same dead eye. hypnotized look that makes my skin crawl even now. Dude. Get the hell out of there. I shouted. It was like snapping him out of a trance. He blinked, shook his head, then scrambled through the window after me.

We both hit the ground running. By the time we caught up, the rest of the group was laughing. Laughing. As if what had just happened was nothing more than a prank gone. wrong. Me and my friends sat in the back seat in total silence. We couldn't shake it. I didn't sleep that night. Couldn't. And when I finally dragged myself into the kitchen the next morning, both my parents told me they'd had nightmares. Same theme, me disappearing. Missing. Gone. The coincidence was too sharp, too pointed, to ignore. That was the night.

my skepticism cracked. You can go years rolling your eyes at ghost stories, but the moment it happens to you, when you feel it clawing at you, you don't laugh anymore. And if you ever find yourself on Long Island, let me give you the kind of advice people usually have to learn the hard way, don't trespass into the King's Park Psychiatric Center. The place isn't just haunted, it's alive, and it doesn't want you there. That wasn't even my first brush with the paranormal. See, more than 10 years ago, I was working as a security guard at the Dade City Business Center in Florida. It wasn't glamorous. Minimum wage, long shifts, crappy uniforms. The place was basically a sprawling cluster of warehouses, trucking lots, and half-abandoned facilities that all shared the same plaza.

Busy during the day, dead at night. The security team had three main posts, check-in station, rover patrol, and warehouse foot patrol. Guess which one I usually got stuck with? Yeah, warehouse foot patrol. Every Friday night, 12-hour shift. Walking the back end of the plaza alone, checking doors, wandering through alleys so dark even the moon seemed scared to look. Those areas were inaccessible to vehicles, so no rover could cover it. Just one lonely guard. and half of those warehouses were abandoned anyway, decommissioned, forgotten. Which meant I was patrolling not just dark, empty spaces, but dark, empty spaces that felt like they knew they were abandoned. Sometimes the silence was so thick you swore you could hear someone breathing behind you.

And then there were the train tracks. At the far end of the plaza, a set of active tracks cut right across. Every so often, a freight train would come barreling through, horn blaring, rattling the whole plaza like an earthquake. It was enough to jolt you out of autopilot and remind you you were still alive. We guards used to curse at the train over the radios, making jokes to keep each other awake. Anything to fight the boredom. But every once in a while, the conversations turned darker. Creepy sightings

stories about things people swore they'd seen near the tracks. The most common one. A little girl. Always described the same way, white dress, long hair, pale skin. Sometimes walking, sometimes floating. Always heading in the same direction, down the tracks. Nobody ever saw her face clearly. And if you tried to follow, she was just gone.

To be continued.