Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - “The REAL Victim Is ME” The MONSTER of MONSERRATE PART1 #43

Episode Date: October 23, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #monstermonsterrate #truecrimehorror #truestoryfear #victimstory #chillingencounters  “The REAL Victim Is ME” – Part 1 introduces the chilling true story of the Monster of Monserrate. Through horrifying encounters, manipulation, and abuse, this tale reveals the terrifying reality of being trapped with a predatory figure and the harrowing experiences of a victim whose story demands to be heard.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, monstermonserrate, truecrimehorrorstories, chillingvictimstory, realfearencounters, disturbingtruestories, predatorandvictim, terrifyingtrueevents, darkrealstories, survivorhorrorstories, manipulationsandfear, shockingtruecrime, hauntingtruestories, nightmareencounters, unsettlingtruestory

Horror. The story of Freddie Armando Valencia Vargas, the monster of Montserratay. Freddie Armando Valencia Vargas came into the world in Bogota, Columbia in the year 1982. Now, if you go looking for a complete biography with details about his childhood, his family tree, or every little thing that happened in those early years, you're not going to find much. What we do know about his beginnings mostly comes from his own. words, the things he told journalists after he was caught. And, well, we all know how tricky that can be. People can twist their own story to look better, or sometimes they exaggerate, to make themselves look worse, almost like they're performing for an audience. But let's take what we have and

piece it together. Apparently, Freddy was born into what looked from the outside like a fairly stable family. His parents weren't separated yet. They seemed attentive, loving, dedicated. to raising their kids. He even had an older sister, which meant he wasn't alone growing up. At least in the beginning, it looked like the classic middle-class Colombian family trying to make things work. But as often happens, that stability didn't last forever. And the way things started to fall apart was subtle, almost innocent. When Freddie was a little boy, people described him as hyperactive, not just full of energy like many kids are. No, he was intense. He could. He was a little boy. He couldn't sit still, was constantly jumping around, screaming, moving non-stop. The word people used for him

over and over again was intense. And being that kid in school, the one who can't calm down, who seems nervous all the time, who overreacts to the smallest things, that doesn't usually win you many friends. Other kids didn't really want to hang out with him. They'd avoid him, refused to include him in games, and eventually they just made fun of him. That redid. Rejection hit him hard. You can imagine how isolating that must have felt, wanting to play, wanting to be part of the group, and being laughed at instead. And it wasn't just the boys in his class. The girls especially teased him. They mocked his energy, the way he looked, his nervousness, his too much personality. When he reached adolescence, things got worse, not better.

His parents divorced, his whole family environment collapsed. Now add teenage hormones. to the mix, the usual high school bullying, plus a fragile mental state, and you've got the perfect storm. One day, something happened that really scarred him. A group of girls decided to pull a prank on him at school. The plan was cruel, but simple. A few of them distracted him, while another sneaked behind him and yanked down his pants in front of everyone. The whole class laughed. For the girls, it was just another joke, the same type of ha-ha-fun, they had at his expense all the time. But for Freddie, that moment was humiliation turned into rage. From that point on, something shifted in him. He began to hate people, especially his classmates,

and especially girls. He started to explode at the smallest provocation. If anyone teased him, even a little, he'd lash out violently. He got into fights constantly, sometimes even picking fights on purpose. Teachers and classmates began to realize that he wasn't just the nervous, jittery kid anymore. He was becoming someone dangerous, unpredictable. And yet academically, he wasn't hopeless. That's what really worried his teachers. Despite all the behavioral problems, Freddie was actually pretty smart. He was good at math, good at trigonometry, even pretty talented in sports. He had potential. But his anger was dragging him down, making him fail at life even though he had the brains to succeed. So his teachers stepped in.

They called his mother and recommended that she'd take him to a psychologist. Maybe they thought someone professional could help him figure out what was going on inside his head, help him find a healthier outlet for all that bottled up rage. His mom, concerned and still trying to help her son, agreed. She took him to therapy. The psychologist's advice was clear. Freddie needed a way to release all that energy and anger. The suggestion?

Martial Arts. Something structured, something that required discipline, something that could channel his intensity, instead of letting it consume him. So, at 14, Freddie joined a karate academy. And guess what? It worked, at least for a while. He threw himself into karate with the same intensity

that had made him unbearable in class. but this time that intensity paid off. Within a few years, he earned a black belt. He learned discipline, focus, self-control. People who knew him around this time said he seemed calmer, more centered. His grades improved too. He finished high school, got his diploma, and even enrolled in university studying industrial engineering.

For a brief period, Freddie's life looked normal again, successful even. He even met a girl, fell in love, and moved. in with her. Things were looking up, but then life delivered another devastating blow. His mother, the person he was closest to, the one who had always been there for him, died. That loss destroyed him. Some sources say he was already experimenting with drugs during his university. Hi, I'm Darren Marler. Host of the Weird Darkness podcast. I want to talk about the most important tool in my podcast belt. Spreaker is the all-in-one platform that makes it easy to record, host and distribute your show everywhere from Apple Podcasts to Spotify.

But the real game changer for me was Spreeker's monetization. Spreaker offers dynamic ad insert insert ads into your episodes. No editing required. And with Spreker's programmatic ads, they'll bring the ads to you, and you get paid for every download. This turned my podcasting hobby into a full-time career. Sprinker also has a premium subscription model where your most dedicated listeners can pay for bonus content or early access, adding another revenue.

stream to what you're already doing. And the best part, Spreaker grows with you. Whether you're just starting out or running a full-blown podcast network, Sprinker's powerful tools scale effortlessly as your show grows. So if you're ready to podcast like a pro and get paid while doing it, check out spreeker.com. That's S-P-R-E-A-K-E-R.com. But after his mother's death, he spiraled completely. He started consuming heavily, numbing himself with substances, letting everything else slip away. He lost control. His relationship collapsed when his girlfriend cheated on him. That betrayal, on top of everything else, pushed him over the edge. From there, Freddy's life took a dark, irreversible turn. He abandoned everything,

his studies, his girlfriend, his ambitions, and ended up living on the streets. He became just another lost soul wandering Bogota, scavenging in trash cans, begging, stealing small things, and spending whatever he got on drugs. He hung out in some of the roughest, most dangerous areas of the city. Lael, El Cartucho, Cinco Huycos, these were places filled with crime, poverty, addicts, and people who had long since given up on society. And that's where the rumors began. People said Freddie had a violent, intimidating personality. He was explosive, unpredictable, scary. Women who were seen with him, mostly prostitutes or vulnerable women from the streets, sometimes disappeared afterward. Not always, but enough that whispers started

circulating. He'd be seen chatting with a woman, negotiating a price, leaving with her, and then she'd be gone. Now, here's where we need to pause for a second. Those were just rumors, nothing concrete. Some women who went with him did come back, alive and fine. Others didn't. But the people spreading these stories were themselves marginalized, addicts, criminals, people who had long since given up on society. They didn't want to draw attention to themselves, so even if they suspected Freddie of something sinister, they kept quiet. And so his story continued unchecked. By 2011 or 2012, Freddie decided to build himself a little shack on the slopes of Montserraté, the famous mountain in Bogota. Now, Montserratay is known for its beautiful basilica at the top, a tourist

attraction with stunning views of the city. But the slopes below tell a very different story. That area became home to improvised huts or kombuches, built from sticks, plastic sheets, tarps, and whatever scrap materials people could find. It was like a hidden shanty tentations. It was like a hidden shanty town, invisible to most tourists who only saw the pretty part at the top. Freddy built one of these kombuches and made his home. His daily routine was simple. Head into the city, scavenge or steal whatever he could, buy drugs, then returned to his shack to rest. The police tore down his hut multiple times because it was illegal, but each time he rebuilt it. He was stubborn like that. And once again, the whispers followed him up the mountain. People say,

he acted like the boss of that area, controlling who stayed there, even renting out little huts to others. They described him as sinister, violent, aggressive. And two particularly strange details stood out. First, although the outside of his shack looked like the typical mess of garbage and disorder, inside it was immaculate, perfectly organized, clean, with everything in its place. It was almost obsessive. For Freddie, control and order clearly meant. mattered a lot. Second, just like before, women who visited him sometimes vanished. He was known to collect women's items, makeup, handbags, clothes, etc., and use them as payment for sex workers. Some of those women were later seen alive. Others were never seen again. Then came November 28, 2015. That day, a

family going through tough times ended up in the Montserrat area looking for a place to stay. Other people living there told them, you need to talk to Freddy. He's basically the one in charge here. So the family went to him. Freddy offered them one of the huts he had built, in exchange for a small payment. They agreed and moved in. But almost immediately, their dog started acting strange. He sniffed frantically, digging around unsettled. At first, the family thought it was just because of the garbage everywhere. The whole area smelled bad. But the dog wouldn't calm down. After a few days on November 28th, the dog made a chilling discovery. While digging, he unearthed a rotting human jawbone with teeth still attached, crawling with maggots, horrified. Hi, I'm Darren Marler. Host of the Weird

Darkness podcast. I want to talk about the most important tool in my podcast belt. Spreaker is the all-in-one platform that makes it easy to record, host, and distribute your show everywhere from Apple Podcasts to Spotify. But the real game changer for me was Spreaker's monetization. Spreaker offers dynamic ad insertion. That means you can automatically insert ads into your episodes. No editing required. And with Spreker's programmatic ads, they'll bring the ads to you, and you get paid for every download. This turned my podcasting hobby into a full-time career.

Sprinker also has a premium subscription model where your most dedicated listeners can pay for bonus content or early access, adding another revenue stream to what you're already doing. And the best part, Spreaker grows with you. Whether you're just starting out or running a full-blown podcast net, Spreeker's powerful tools scale effortlessly as your show grows. So if you're ready to podcast like a pro and get paid while doing it, check out spreeker.com. That's S-P-R-E-A-K-E-R.com. The family called the police. Investigators arrived quickly. The evidence was clear. The land belonged to Freddie. He was renting out huts there, and now human remains had been

found right under his nose. He was immediately the prime suspect. On the night of November 29th, police arrested him. And what happened next? Shocked everyone. In custody, Freddie confessed, not to one crime, but to several. But before diving into his confession, the investigation revealed more chilling details. Around his shack, police discovered