Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Quiet Neighbor Who Boiled His Wife While We Played Outside Without a Clue #11

Episode Date: July 31, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #truecrimevibes #suburbanhorror #hiddenmonster #neighborhoodnightmare #disturbingtruth  In a sleepy suburban street filled with barbecues, bikes, and laughter, no one suspected that Mr. Derren—the mild-mannered, polite neighbor—was capable of anything horrific. But while children played tag and rode bikes just feet away, something unspeakable was happening inside his house. It wasn’t until the foul smell and strange sounds emerged that people began to suspect. By then, it was far too late. What the police discovered shocked the community to its core: Mr. Derren had been boiling his wife in secret for days. This disturbing tale highlights the terrifying idea that the worst monsters don’t always hide in forests or shadows—sometimes, they wave to you from across the lawn.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, suburbanhorror, truecrimehorror, creepyneighbor, domesticterror, serialkillerfiction, neighborhoodsecrets, psychologicalhorror, everydayevil, shockingrevelation, boilinghorror, realmonsternextdoor, unsettlingstory, quietkiller, terrifyingtruth

All right, buckle up, because this one's going to be rough. So I used to live in this super quiet town called Lomita. Not exactly the kind of place where wild stuff happens, think sleepy suburbs, retired folks watering their lawns, kids riding bikes down the same three streets. You blink, you miss it. Everyone kind of knew each other, or at least recognized faces. It was that kind of place. Anyway, my neighbor was this guy named David VIII.

Viennes. He lived with his wife Dawn. They ran this little local restaurant together, not exactly five-star dining, but the kind of cozy spot you go to when you want a burger and some peace. To anyone looking in, they seemed like a regular couple. But behind closed doors, turns out, it was a whole other story. Word is, one night they got into a really bad fight. Nobody heard anything crazy, which still creeps me out to this day, but apparently it got heated. David snapped. He ended up tying Dawn to a chair and duct-taping her mouth shut because, according to him, she was being too loud, and he wanted her to just stop talking. Like, seriously, that's what he said.

The guy couldn't handle an argument, so he gagged his wife. And that's when things went from bad to horror movie levels of bad. He left her like that overnight. When he came back the next morning, she was dead. Just like that. Suffocated. And instead of calling the cops, or panicking like a normal human being would, he went full psycho mode. He decided to get rid of her body, by cooking it.

Yeah. Cooking. He chopped her up, piece by piece, and took her remains to the restaurant they both worked at. It's insane to even say this out loud, but he boiled her body. Like, legit boiled her down until nothing but bones were left. He got rid of the liquid remains through the restaurant's grease trap. Some of her bones he hid in his mom's attic, I still don't get why the hell his mom's attic, and the rest he tossed in some random dumpster.

Those parts. Never found. There were even rumors floating around that he served her to the customers. Yeah, like in the food. Thankfully, that turned out to be just a rumor. But still, imagine the kind of mental place you got to be in for people to even believe that about you. That's the level of dark we're dealing with here. Now here's where it gets even messy.

People started asking questions. Dawn had told a friend she'd go with her to get screened for cancer the next day, but she never showed. Not only did she miss that, she went completely raced. radio silent. No texts. No calls. No social media posts. Nothing. Total ghost. David? Oh, he played it cool. Told people she'd gone off skiing or something, that she needed a break. Said she'd be back eventually. Like she just needed some snow and peace and would magically return. Then, like a week later, all her friends got this weird text from her, saying she was fine. Only thing was, it had her nickname in it. But it was spelled wrong.

And if you've ever had a close friend, you know you don't mess up. their nickname. That was the red flag that finally got people to speak up. The friend who got the weird text and David himself both filed missing persons reports. When the police started asking questions, David started slipping, talking about her in the past tense, acting real shady. He even flat out refused to keep talking to them because, in his words, they always suspect the husband. Yeah, because it's always the husband, dude. And get this, just a month after Dawn vanished, David was already dating someone new. Not just anyone either, this new girl was working at the same restaurant.

Basically took Dawn's spot in the kitchen and in his life. Real classy, right? Eventually the police got a warrant to search his house. That's when they found blood. Enough for an arrest warrant. So, what does David do? He freaks out. He's driving along the cliffs near the beach with his new girlfriend, sees the cops pulling up behind him, and instead of stopping, he keeps going, keeps driving.

And during that little joyride, he straight up confesses to the girlfriend. Everything. The murder. The cover up. All of it. Then, as if we weren't already living in a Netflix dock, he drives to the edge of the cliff and jumps off. Now, here's the wild part. He survives.

Like, this guy jumps off a cliff and somehow lives to tell the tale. They rush him to the hospital, patch him up, and then he gets officially charged. Convicted. Sentenced. The whole shebang. Even though he kept saying he was innocent. Kept saying he loved his wife. Man, if that's love, I don't want it anywhere near me.

But that's not even the worst part. Want to know what still gives me chills to this day. Back when I was a kid, me and my friends used to run around in front of his house. You know, just doing dumb kid stuff, playing tag, racing bikes, making up games that didn't make any sense. And we'd always notice something super weird. David? He'd be watching us. From the window.

Sometimes shirtless. Just standing there, peeking through the blinds, not moving. Like a damn statue. Just watching. We were young, but even at like 11 years old, we knew that wasn't normal. One day, we finally got brave enough to ask him what his deal was. We're like, hey, why are you always watching us? And you know what he said?

I kid you not, he looked at us, smiled a little and said, I like watching you play. I still get goosebumps just thinking about that moment. Like, this was the guy. The same guy who later killed his wife and cooked her in a restaurant kitchen. We were literally playing outside while he was doing that inside. Laughing, riding our bikes, while he was dismembering her body not even 50 feet away. It's like living next to a horror movie without realizing you're a character in it.

Just imagine being that close to something so evil and not even knowing. I used to sleep in peace every night, totally. totally unaware that right across the street, a woman was being tied up and silenced forever. This guy lived like nothing happened for weeks. Cooked food for people, served smiles, acted like he was just another dude trying to get through the day. And all that time, he knew exactly what he'd done. He knew where her bones were. He knew she wasn't coming back.

Looking back, all those little things we thought were just weird suddenly became clear. The weird stares, the way he'd act kind of distant, always looking like his mind was somewhere else. It wasn't just odd, it was dangerous. And none of us realized it until it was way too late. Now, every time I pass by an old restaurant in a small town, I think about David. I think about how you never really know what someone's capable of. You think you're getting a sandwich, but who's really behind the counter? You think your neighbor is just a quiet guy who minds his business, but what's he really doing when the lights go out?

It still haunts me. Not just what he did, but how close I was to it. How close we all were. Makes you question every quiet smile, every closed curtain, every neighbor who never quite opens up. So yeah. That's the story. My neighbor murdered his wife, boiled her body, tried to pretend everything was fine. and nearly got away with it. And I was just a kid on a bike, laughing in the sun, while a real-life

monster watched from behind the blinds. The end. Or at least, the end of her story. And the start of a very long, dark memory that's going to stick with me forever.