Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Secret Laboratory of Lewis Webb Where Science Fiction Meets Cold-Blooded Reality #71

Episode Date: August 27, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #secretlab #sciencefictionhorror #madscientist #darkexperiments #thriller  This chilling tale uncovers the dark truth behind Lewis Webb’s secret laboratory—a place where the boundaries of science fiction and horrific reality blur. From strange experiments to dangerous secrets, this story exposes the unsettling consequences of unchecked scientific ambition. As the truth unfolds, readers are drawn into a world where curiosity leads to madness and cold-blooded acts shatter the line between innovation and nightmare.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, secretlaboratory, madscientist, sciencefiction, darkexperiments, thriller, mystery, horrorfiction, scientifichorror, chilling, suspense, eerie, dangerous, conspiracy, horrorclassic

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Lewis Webb seemed like your average 26-year-old guy at first glance. You know the type, quiet, lives alone in a nice little suburban house on a tree-line street. The neighbors didn't really know him well, but they knew of him because his name was on the covers of best-selling sci-fi books at the local bookstore. People imagined him spending his evening sipping coffee at his writing desk, tapping away on a laptop,

bringing tales of nuclear war and humanity's survival to life. But what no one knew, not a single soul, was that Lewis had a very different hobby. One that he inherited from his father. Nicholas Webb had been a brilliant scientist back in the day. Wealthy, eccentric, and obsessed with chemistry. He spent hours tinkering in his private lab, mixing antidotes and serums, some meant to heal, others, well, not so much. Ever since Lewis was a kid, he'd been utterly fascinated by his dad's work. The glass vials, the smell of chemicals in the air, the strange reactions when compounds met, it was all like magic to him. Even as a boy, Lewis wanted to be just like his father. He dreamed of running experiments on

animals, watching as his concoctions took effect, taking notes like a true scientist. There was something electrifying about creating something dangerous in a sterile glass tube and knowing it could change, or end, life in an instant. And so, when Lewis was a scrawny high schooler, he decided to take his first shot at real experimentation. He didn't start small. No, his first test subject wasn't a rat or a rabbit. It was Marcus Green, the school's biggest, loudest, most obnoxious bully. Marcus had spent years making Lewis's life hell, shoving him into lockers, mocking his nerd dad. One day, Lewis decided enough was enough. He waited until late one evening, caught Marcus alone, behind the gym and struck him from behind. By the time Marcus woke up, he was tied to a chair

in an abandoned shed, with Lewis staring at him like he was a frog about to be dissected in biology class. Marcus screamed, begged, threatened. None of it mattered. Lewis pulled out a syringe filled with a cloudy, grayish fluid he'd mixed himself after weeks of trial and error. He injected it into Marcus's arm and watched. The effects were almost instant. Marcus's face twisted in confusion, then fear. His muscles locked up, his breathing turned shallow. He coughed violently, his words garbled as the poison took hold. By the time it reached his brain, Marcus was convulsing, and soon after, he crumpled in his

restraints like a broken puppet. Lewis just stood there and smiled. That night, when he told his father about the experiment, Nicholas's reaction wasn't anger. It wasn't disappointment. It was pride. A warm, a proving smile spread across his face as he clapped his son on the shoulder and said, Some people deserve to suffer, Lewis. You did good. Of course, it couldn't last forever. The police eventually found out about Nicholas's side projects, the people who had gone missing, the traces of his toxins, and arrested him on multiple counts of murder.

14-year-old Lewis was shipped off to an orphanage, and Nicholas Webb would never see the outside of a prison again. But Lewis? Lewis survived. He grew up, and he learned. He became smarter, more cautious. He realized the world wasn't ready to understand people like him and his father. So he put on a mask. He became an author, crafting thrilling stories of nuclear devastation and mankind struggle to rebuild. It was the perfect cover. The book sold like crazy, making him rich. And all that money? It funded his real passion, chemistry. In the quiet of his suburban home, Lewis continued his father's legacy. But this time, no one suspected a thing. On a rainy Tuesday evening, Lewis was in his office, surrounded by handwritten notes and chemical diagrams scattered

across his mahogany desk. He stretched, cracked his knuckles, and stacked his latest formulas into a neat pile. One formula in particular made him grin, chemical bee, or as he nicknamed it, by gluptor toxin. It had taken him days to perfect, and now, he was ready to test it. Whistling softly, he strolled to the kitchen, where he retrieved a plate of meatloaf he'd baked earlier. The smell filled the air as he carried it back into his office. At first glance, the room looked ordinary, just bookshelves and a writing desk. But Lewis walked straight to a shelf,

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the floor and ceiling paneled and polished wood. Rows of metal tables held glass vials filled with liquids of every imaginable color, emerald green, blood red, electric blue. Machines hummed softly, their lights blinking like patient, waiting eyes. Lewis's lab was his sanctuary. He set the meatloaf down and walked past his workstations into a hall. hallway lined with thick, glass-fronted cells. The fifth cell was occupied. Inside sat a pale, scruffy-haired 17-year-old boy. Hello, Andy, Lewis said cheerfully, his voice smooth and calm. I brought you something to eat. Don't want you starving on me. I, I don't want your food. Andy shouted. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. Dirt streaked his face, and his

hands trembled as he clenched them into fists. Why am I here? What do you want for me? Lewis didn't answer right away. He poured a cup of water from the cooler beside the cell and pushed it and the plate of meatloaf threw a small hatch at the bottom. Andy didn't touch it. He just pounded his fists against the reinforced glass, his voice cracking. Answer me. Who are you? I don't want to be here. Please just let me go. Lewis sighed. still smiling. You know, Andy. I like you. You remind me of me when I was your age. Full of fire, so desperate to escape. But you're here for a reason. Andy's eyes widened in horror as Lewis reached into his back pocket and pulled out a syringe filled with a murky, mud-colored liquid.

He uncapped the needle. W. What the hell is that? Andy stammered, stumbling back until he hit the concrete wall of his cell. Lewis unlocked the door with a metallic clunk. You asked who I am, he said, stepping inside. You can call me cyanide. Andy screamed and bolted for the far corner, but it was no use. Lewis grabbed his arm with surprising strength and plunged the needle into his forearm. Andy gasped as the paralysis hit instantly. His body went stiff, then limp, and he crumpled to the floor like a ragdoll. Lewis crouched down. and whispered, don't fight it. This part will be over soon.

Dragging the frozen boy into his testing room, Lewis strapped him onto a medical bed with thick leather restraints. Andy's eyes darted wildly, terror shining in them. He couldn't speak. 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.

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That comes later, the needle slid into Andy's arm. The green liquid slowly disappeared into his veins. Good boy, Lewis whispered. And as the syringe emptied, Lewis smiled. This was only the beginning. The end.