Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Voice in the Shower Opened a Door I Can’t Close—Now I’m Losing Control #25

Episode Date: September 1, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #paranormalencounter #voicesintheshower #losingcontrol #hauntedexperience #terrifyingtruth  When a strange voice called out to me during an ordinary shower, I thought I was just imagining things. But what started as a whisper turned into something far more sinister. Now, the boundaries between my mind and something else—something dark—are crumbling. I opened a door I was never meant to touch, and it won’t shut. Every day since, I’ve felt my grip on reality slipping, as if the voice didn’t just want to speak to me—it wanted in.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, hauntedshower, unseenforces, supernaturalvoice, mentalspiral, possessionfear, unseenpresence, psychologicalhorror, bathroomterror, cursedmoment, eerieencounter, disturbingreality, chillingtale, innerdarkness, paranormaltwist

So, let me take you back a bit. My mom died when I was 17. Car accident. Boom, just like that, she was gone. No goodbye, no closure, nothing. One day she's yelling at me for leaving my socks on the floor, and the next, I'm standing in front of a casket that didn't even look like her. I'm 29 now, married, got a little kid of my own, but that loss.

It sticks with you, man. Like a shadow you can't shake off. Anyway, last week, something happened that I can't explain. I was in the shower, minding my own business, water pouring down, all steamy and loud, you know how it is when the spray is hitting the tile and everything sounds muffled. So I'm washing my hair when I hear it. My name, clear as day. It wasn't just some random noise, not the pipes or my imagination.

It was her voice. My mom's. High-pitched but gentle, exactly how she used a sound when she'd wake me up for school. For a second, I swear I forgot how to breathe. My heart started pounding, and I froze, shampoo dripping into my eyes, stinging like hell. I yanked the shower curtain back and shouted, babe. Did you call me? My wife was in the bedroom, phone glued to her ear.

She gave me that, what the hell are you talking about, look and show. her head. Nobody called you, she said, covering the receiver. But I know what I heard. I know it wasn't her. After that day, everything went downhill. It started small. The next night, I couldn't sleep. I was tossing, turning, counting sheep, doing all the dumb stuff people suggest when you're wired. That's when I heard it again. My name, this time, it was a whisper, faint but right in my damn ear like someone was leaning over me. I bolted upright so fast I almost gave myself whiplash. My wife stirred beside me, but she didn't hear it. You ever get that feeling like someone standing in the corner of your room in the dark, watching? That was me. My skin prickled,

and I started shivering even though it's July and my AC was off. Here's where it gets worse. Every Sunday, I go to church with my wife and kid. Always have. I'm not the holiest guy in the world, but it's tradition, right? Well, last Sunday, I'm sitting there as the priest gives his sermon, and out of nowhere, my body starts betraying me. Sweat. Buckets of it. Heart pounding like a damn drum.

Legs bouncing like I'm on something. My wife grabbed my hand, whispering, are you okay? What's wrong with you? I didn't know what to say. I wasn't okay, but I could. couldn't explain why. Even the priest noticed. He shot me this weird look mid-sermen, like he could see straight into my soul. And the worst part. I felt this, anger. Not at the priest, not at my wife. At something deeper. It felt like my whole body wanted to jump up and scream, to tear the place

apart. I didn't. I sat there, gripping the pew so tight my knuckles turned white, and prayed for it to stop. But it didn't. A few nights later, I'm dropping a co-worker off after our shift. She lives a few blocks away from me in a pretty rough part of town. As we pull up, she suddenly goes pale. Where'd the other girl go? She asks. What other girl? She points to the back seat. The girl in the white robe. She was sitting there. Where is she? I swear my blood ran cold. There's no one back there, I told her. I saw her, she screamed. Pale skin, black hair, dirty robe.

She was there. I don't know if she was high, seeing things, or what, but she freaked out. Called me a liar, said I was irresponsible for not stopping the car to let the girl out, then ran into the darkness. She hasn't shown up to work since. And now? Now I can't even sleep. Sleep paralysis. All the time. You ever had it? You're awake but can't move, can't scream, and there's this crushing weight on your chest like something sitting on you? That's been me,

three times this week alone. And I don't even sleep on my back, I sleep on my side. I see shadows in the room, hear whispers, feel cold hands on my neck. I told my wife everything. She thinks I've lost it. Go see a therapist, she said. Or maybe talk to Father James. You're not yourself, maybe she's right. Or maybe she has no idea what's happening to me. Because here's the thing I haven't told anyone, not her, not my best friend, not even Father James. I get these, thoughts. Dark thoughts. Like a voice in my head whispering for me to hurt my wife. My kid. Do it. Do it. I. You know, It says, just do it. It doesn't sound like me. It doesn't even feel like me. It's like something is crawling around in my brain, trying to take control. Whenever it happens, I go outside,

take a few drags from my vape to calm down, and pray. Pray like hell. The thoughts go away for a little while, but they always come back. Stronger. And I keep thinking back to that moment in the shower. That's when it all started. I heard my mom's voice, I answered, and now it feels like I invited something into my life. Something I can't fight. Something that doesn't want to leave. And the worst part, I don't think it's my mom anymore. So yeah, that's where I'm at. I'm scared of my own damn mind. Scared of my house. Scared of church. Scared I'm going to hurt the people I love What the hell is happening to me? That's the END, or maybe just the beginning.