Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Night Evil Followed Me Home and Changed My Life Forever in a Summer Encounter PART3 #13

Episode Date: September 29, 2025

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And it doesn't have to define you. You don't have to carry it alone. I know a safe place where you can tell your story, and you'll be believed. Call the Dublin Rape Crisis Centre National Helpline on 1-800-77-8888. Whenever you're ready to talk, they'll be ready to listen. The night everything went sideways. So, picture this.

out of this parking spot, just trying to mind my own business, when I hear something off in the distance. At first, I think maybe it's just some random car with a bad muffler or someone revving their engine for no reason, like the kind of guy who thinks the louder his truck is, the more impressive he becomes. But no, the sounds getting louder. Way louder. And my gut instantly drops because it's not just some random car. I glance into my rearview mirror and, enough, I see it, the same damn truck we'd noticed earlier. Only this time, it's not just cruising by. No, this thing is gunning it straight toward us. I swear my brain didn't even have time to process before my instincts kicked in. My heart's doing this rapid drum solo in my chest,

and I just slam my foot on the gas. The tires screech, and the car lurches forward. Jake, sitting in the passenger seat, spins around to look out the back window, his eyes wide as dinner plates. They're catching up. Turn, he yells, his voice cracking just enough to make me realize how real this is. Then he shouts something I'll never forget, they're trying to shoot at us. I think my brain short-circuited right there. I risk a glance into the mirror again, and holy hell, Jake's not lying.

There's a guy leaning halfway out of the back. seat window of the truck, arms stretched out, and yeah, he's holding a gun. And not in a, maybe he's just waving it to scare us, way. He's aiming it. At my car. Now, I'm not exactly a professional stunt driver, but adrenaline does crazy things to your skill level. I yanked the wheel hard and floor it, the car jolting as I swerve into another street. The truck tries to follow, but the driver's clearly not as smooth as me. We're weaving the wheel. We're weaving through blocks like maniacs, and I make this sharp left turn that nearly gets U.S. T-boned by some poor random car coming the other way. I missed them by inches. The honk they give me could

have peeled paint off a wall, but I don't have time to care. Jake's breathing like he just ran a marathon. Keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going. By the time I hit the halfway mark on the block, I checked the mirror and see they've only just turned onto it. For some reason, I'm driving better than I have in my entire life. Jake would later tell me I looked, calm and determined the whole time, which is hilarious because inside I was in full, we're about to die, panic mode. In my head, I'm already playing out every worst-case scenario. Them running us off the road.

A bullet smashing through the back window. One of us bleeding out before we even knew what happened. I make another left turn, peddled down so hard my ankle hurts, and aim us straight toward the highway. The truck tries to follow again, but when I finally get close to the highway ramp, they just, stop. Like they suddenly lost interest. Maybe they realized we weren't worth the trouble, or maybe they got spooked. I wasn't about to slow down to ask. I merge onto the highway, sliding into the next lane like I've done this chase scene thing a hundred times. A few minutes pass with just the sound of the engine and our breathing,

both of us going back and forth with the same question, who the hell were those guys, and what did they want? Then Jake's phone rings. It's Stacy. He answers, puts it on speaker, and his voice is shaky when he says, Hello, where are you? I've been waiting for you, she screams,

like we're the ones who messed something up. Jake tries to explain, telling her we were nearly shot at and chased by some psychos in a truck. Instead of reacting like a normal human, being, she calls him a liar. Says he was never where he claimed to be. Accuses him of standing her up. That's when Jake snaps. He yells into the phone about how we almost got killed and calls her out for acting weird about the whole thing from the start. Stacey starts yelling over him,

but then something changes. She goes quiet. And in that silence, we hear a door creak open on her end of the line. Then, a voice in the background says, they got away. Stacey, where the hell are you? We freeze. Then the line goes dead. Jake just stares at me, and I stare back. Then he says the thing I'm already thinking, she had something to do with this. We spend the rest of the drive home piecing it together. Stacey had asked Jake for $500 before. He didn't have it, but what if she really needed that money. Like, to pay off a dealer. And when that didn't happen, maybe she offered the next best thing, setting us up so they could rob us instead. It all fits. She told us to come to that specific place. Those guys, probably the dealer and his buddies, show up to collect. They expected Jake's car,

not mine, so they circled the block in confusion. And there's so much rope me 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 met 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.

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and I was there too. and I know you might think that there is nobody to talk to but I promise that you're not alone. It was never your fault and you deserve support and healing in your own time. Whenever you're ready to talk, Dublin Rape Crisis Center will be ready to listen. Call the 24-hour National Helpline

on 1-800-77-8888. In the moment Jake described my car to her, she hangs up, probably to call them and update the plan. When I finally dropped Jake off, I just drive home in silence. People say after something terrifying, your emotions go haywire, you shake, maybe cry. Me? I felt, nothing.

Just drained. Like my brain was running on empty. I walked in my front door, went straight to bed, and passed out. Next morning, I filed a police report. They took the info, said they'd look into it. Never heard from them again. The kicker. On Monday, Jake runs into Stacy at school.

She marches up to him, furious, claiming she had to walk home that night and that her phone and wallet were stolen by druggies. Jake calls her out right there, tells her he knows she set us up. She denies it, calls him crazy, and storms off. That was the last time she tried to interact with the. either of us. From what Jake told me later, she eventually started dating some guy long distance, dropped out mid-semester, and moved north to live with him. Nobody's heard from her since. And honestly, good. Let her keep her distance. If she and those four guys in that truck ever

cross my path again, it won't be pretty. But that wasn't the only time I stared danger in the face. Flashback to the summer of 89. Pawnee. Kansas. I'm 30 years old, living out in the middle of nowhere on a little scrap of land. It's early evening, the sun's setting in that deep orange way that makes the whole world look like it's glowing. The breeze is warm, and I remember it clearly because I just burnt a bag of popcorn in my crappy microwave. The smell was awful, so I threw open the windows to air the place out. I can't remember exactly why I stepped outside, but I do remember tossing the burnt popcorn into the trash and heading out the back door toward the barn.

Somewhere off to my left in the field, I hear this faint cough. Could have been an animal. Could have been nothing. I ignored it. Big mistake. When I come out of the barn and start walking back toward the house, I freeze. There's a man. Maybe 10 yards away.

He's huge, older, maybe 60, judging by all the gray in his filthy beard. He's barefoot, wearing stained overalls and suspenders with nothing underneath. His body looks tired and worn, but his eyes. His eyes are wild. Hungry. Dangerous. And in his right hand, he's holding a hatchet. My brain instantly calculates the steps it would take for him to reach me.

I'm alone. No one for miles. He's blocking the path to my house. We just stand there, staring at each other. Finally, he speaks, and his voice is way deeper and more, elegant than I expected. I'll spare you, for some whiskey, I stammer something, can't even remember what, and then he suddenly yells, whiskey, I instinctively step back. That's when he starts stomping toward me. The hatchet stays low, but the hatred in his eyes.

That's burned into my memory. And then, it happens. Blood explodes out the side of his head. Blood just, erupted from the side of his head like someone popped a balloon full of red paint. For a split second, I thought my brain was making it up, you know when something so shocking happens that your eyes kind of stutter. Like you blink wrong and suddenly you're doubting what you just saw. Yeah, that was me. The man's body twisted awkwardly, his knees buckling before he crumpled face-first into the dirt. His hatchet landed a few feet away, half buried in the dry Kansas soil. I just stood there frozen. The only sound was my own heartbeat smashing against my ribs like it was trying to escape. Then, out of the corner of my eye,

I saw movement. About 30 yards away, near the edge of the tree line, stood my neighbor, old Henry Wallace, holding a rifle. The barrel would still smoking. He lowered it slowly, never taking his eyes off the man he just dropped. Now, Henry wasn't exactly the type you invited over for Sunday dinner. He was the way from a distance, kind of neighbor, the sort of guy who'd rather patch a leaky roof himself than ask for help. But right then, I was... Have you recently purchased a new vehicle from Francine Volkswagen? If so, you may be at risk for an exciting condition known as New Car Joy. Symptoms may include spontaneous

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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 Glad as hell he existed You all right, miss, he called out Voice carrying across the still air I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

My throat felt like it had closed up. So I just nodded, probably looking like some scared farm animal, and took a shaky step back toward the barn. Henry started walking over, rifle slung over his shoulder now. Been tracking him for two days, he said when he got close enough. Mean son of a bitch. Broke into my cousin's place last week. took food, tools, and they found their dog dead. My stomach twisted at that. I didn't ask for

details. We both looked down at the man sprawled in the dirt. His beard was matted with dust and blood now, and up close I could see how gaunt his face was. His overalls were patched in half a dozen places, and his feet were so calloused it was like he'd been walking barefoot for years. Henry leaned down and gave him a quick once over, probably making sure he wasn't about to pop back up like some horror movie villain. Then he glanced at me. Best go inside and call the sheriff. I'll wait here. I nodded again, still in that dumb, wordless mode, and started moving toward the house.

My legs felt like rubber band stretched too far. Inside, I fumbled with the phone, one of those old rotary ones, and finally got the sheriff's office on the line. By the time the deputies showed up, the sun was almost gone. They loaded the man's body into the back of a truck and asked me a bunch of questions I barely remember answering. Henry told them his part of the story, and one of the deputies muttered something about the guy matching the description of someone wanted in two other counties. When it was all over and the flashing lights disappeared down the dirt road, the silence came back. Heavy. Almost too heavy. I closed all my windows that night, even though it was hot as hell.

Couldn't stand the idea of the dark outside pressing in. For weeks afterward, I couldn't step out into the yard without glancing at the tree line. And every creek in the house after sunset had me gripping the edge of my bed. To be continued.