Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Road-Traveling Dreamer A Haunting Journey Through Small Towns and Fate #39

Episode Date: August 3, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #hauntingjourney #smalltownmystery #fateandfear #roadtriphorror #supernaturaltravel  The Road-Traveling Dreamer sets out on a simple journey but soon finds himself caught in a chilling web of strange happenings and eerie encounters across sleepy towns. Each stop reveals pieces of a dark destiny he cannot escape. This story blends supernatural horror with the mysterious pull of fate, exploring how some journeys lead not just through places, but into nightmares.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, hauntingstory, smalltownhorror, fateanddestiny, roadtripthriller, supernaturalhorror, eerieencounters, darkjourney, wandererstory, mysterioustravel, chillingtale, ghostroadtrip, urbanlegend, psychologicalhorror, fateandfear

There's so much rugby on Sports Exter 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 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. Collini, did you know if your age between 25 and 65?

Well, you can get a free HPV cervical check. It's one of the best ways to protect yourself from cervical cancer. And you know what? I actually checked only recently when mine was due and no exaggeration. It took me less than five minutes. You go online to hse.com. But in your PPS number, check in the date of birth. And then they tell you when your next appointment is due.

Oh my God. I know. I know. And you can check you on the register on the website so you can phone [phone]. If your test is due today, you can book today or hscccccc. i.e. 4 slash servical check. I met her on the page first,

the kind of girl you only think exists in stories that feel a bit too dreamy to be real. Let me paint the picture, a dusty old car, probably built before seatbelts were mandatory, rattling through backroads and forgotten towns. Behind the wheel. A young woman with a smile that could melt the frozen hearts of New England winters and eyes that held entire lifetimes. She was travelling solo, which wasn't exactly unusual. but the way she did it was.

With the calm of someone completely at peace and the curiosity of a kid seeing the world for the first time. She wasn't rich. Let's just say that if her bank account were a glass of water, it would be cracked and leaking. But that didn't bother her. What she lacked in cash she made up for in guts and charm. When she rolled into this nameless little town wrapped in moss and overgrowth, the kind of place that looks like it forgot it existed, she wasn't looking for anything big.

Just work. Just a place to sleep. Maybe a hot shower. She found a bar, the only one for miles, nestled between a pawn shop and a grocery store that always had its open sign flickering like it had a nervous tick. She parked her car, that faithful rust bucket, and walked in like she belonged. No fear. Just that steady confidence you see in people who've survived worse than, than judgment. The bar owner. A man named Tony, big mustache, bigger gut, and a poker face that cracked the second he saw her. By sunset, she had herself a part-time job slinging beers and burgers. She was a natural. The regulars came for their usual drinks but stayed for the way she listened, really listened. To her, nobody was a stranger. Not the toothless Vietnam vet in the

corner, not the high school dropout with a guitar and a dream. Everyone mattered. Everyone got her smile. Now, this girl, she didn't play favorites, but that didn't stop three local boys from falling head over heels. Each one was a small town archetype, the mechanic who smelled like motor oil and always wore his baseball cap backward, the shy guy who worked at the pharmacy and quoted poetry when he thought no one was listening. And the confident one, the one who thought he had her figured out the moment she walked in. They tried everything. Small gestures. Big ones. Corny jokes. Long stares. But she didn't bite. The girl had a way of making you feel special without crossing a line. Just kindness. Just warmth. Not one night stands. No flirting for tips.

She wasn't a mystery to be solved. She was just, real. And that confused the hell out of people. Weeks went by. The bar buzzed with more customers than it had seen in years. Even the jukebox felt more alive. But like all good things that drop into small towns, she had to move on eventually. Gas tank low, wallet thinner, but the road called. So she packed up, hugged the town goodbye.

The boys lingered a bit too long in their embraces, maybe hoping she'd change her mind. She didn't. One last wave from the window, one last glance at the town that had briefly adopted her. Then she was gone. Two days later, hell arrived. The bar, once filled with laughter and country music, was now a scene out of a horror movie. Blood smeared across the door like a twisted signature. Pieces of bodies, literal chunks, scattered like trash after a storm. Arms here. heads there. Torsos like broken dolls on display. The three boys who had once tried to win her heart. They weren't recognizable anymore. Just, parts. Tony, the poor bastard, found them. Called 9-1-1 while choking on his own sobs. By the time the cops came, the town was in full lockdown.

Curtains drawn. Doors locked. Everyone too afraid. to even look outside. No suspects. No leads. No sense to any of it. But our girl, she was still driving, somewhere on a long stretch of highway, humming along to old songs, maybe chewing sunflower seeds, thinking about her next stop. She had no idea what had happened. Or maybe she did and just didn't care. City life was the next chapter. A dusty place that looked like someone had dropped skyscrapers in the middle of a desert and called it progress. The wind howled. The sun punished, and everything reeked of heat and desperation. Still, she managed to find a job at a library, the kind of quiet place she secretly loved. But the uniform required a white button-up shirt.

She didn't own one. There's so much rugby 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 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. Jam-packed 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. Collini, did you know if your age between 25 and 65? Well, you can get a free HPV cervical check. It's one of the best ways to protect yourself from cervical cancer.

And you know what? I actually checked only recently when mine was due and no exaggeration. It took me less than five minutes. You go online to hse.e. forward slash cervical check. Put in your PPS number. Shekin the date of birth.

And then they tell you when your next appointment is due. Oh my God. I know. I know. And you can check you're on the register on the website so you can phone [phone]. If your test is due today, you can book it today are hsccc.

Orrash cervical check. Hell, she barely had clean socks. She sat in her car that night, trying to breathe through the panic. Of all the reasons to end a road trip, needing a damn shirt wasn't how she imagined it. Then she saw him. A homeless man, dragging a bag bigger than him. She called out, desperate, not even sure why. Asked him if he had a white shirt.

He grinned, like the whole thing was some inside joke, and pulled one out. Rinkled. Smelled like yesterday. yesterday. But clean enough. He asked for something in return. Not money. Let's say the passenger door opened. Let's say she sighed first. Then let him in. Morning came. He looked like he'd won the lottery. She looked like she barely slept and didn't want to be reminded of it. Droped him off without saying much. Drove away fast. The city swallowed her up again. Funny thing is, they kept bumping into each other.

Coincidence. Maybe. Or maybe fate likes to mess with people. He started showing up at the library, not to stalk her, just to talk. About life. About regrets. About the dumb things that break us and the dumb things that put us back together. She hated how much she started to like him.

They had nothing and everything in common. Two wanderers, broken in different ways. And while she never admitted it out loud, she felt seen. For once. The day she decided to leave, he walked with her to the edge of the city. They sat on the hood of her car, shared a stale sandwich and some warm soda, talked about where she might go next. Then her car refused to start.

They laughed, cursed, pushed. Sweat poured down their backs as they shoved that relic down the road. Finally, it roared to life like a beast awoken. She jumped in, started driving. He chased after her, waving, yelling something she couldn't quite hear. Then he was gone. Just a speck in the mirror. For a second, just one second, she almost turned around.

Almost. Then I woke up. Yeah. All of that. that. Dream. One of those vivid, cinematic, almost two good kind of dreams that make you mad when reality kicks back in. I sat up in bed feeling cheated. Like the universe gave me a... There's so much rugby on Sports Exter 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 got every Champions Cup match exclusively live, plus action from the URC, the Challenge Cup and much more. Thus the U.S. and all the best European rugby all in the same place. exclusively live tournaments than ever before on Sports Extra. Jam packed 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. Story, a whole damn movie, and then yanked it away before the credits. But hey, if you've made it this far, thanks. I know I ramble. I know this wasn't what you expected. But sometimes the mind tells better tales than any book. If I write again, I promise I'll try to keep it short. No guarantees, though.

The end. Probably.