Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Tragic Case in Bucaramanga Son Kills Mother Lucía Pinto in Brutal Drug-Fueled Rage PART3 #12

Episode Date: November 28, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #truecrimehorror #familicidetragedy #drugfueledcrime #shockingmurder #realtragedy  In a horrifying incident in Bucaramanga, Lucía Pinto was killed by her own son during a violent, drug-fueled rage. This tragic story underscores the deadly impact of addiction, anger, and family dysfunction, leaving a scar on the community and raising questions about prevention and justice.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, truecrimehorror, familicidemurder, tragicviolence, drugaddictioncrime, shockingcase, realcrimefiles, darkfamilytragedy, fatalrage, colombiacrime, disturbingtruth, heartbreakandloss, violentfamilycase, realhorrorstory, tragicdeath

A Mother's Endless Battle Part 1, A Home that No Longer Felt Like Home By the time Lucia's middle daughter finally admitted to her mom that she couldn't wait to leave the house, the atmosphere inside their little apartment had already reached a breaking point. Every corner seemed filled with tension, every night carried the threat of a fight, and every morning began with the silent prayer that maybe, just maybe, Pablo would wake up in a better mood. For Lucia, hearing her daughter say she wanted to escape was like being stabbed in the

chest. She had sacrificed so much for her family, worked double shifts, swallowed her own pain, and endured endless nights of worry, all for them. And now one of her children was counting down the days until she could run away. Still, Lucia refused to give up. No matter how bad things got, she clung to the stubborn hope that she could still save Pablo. She was his mother, after all. A mother doesn't quit. A mother keeps fighting, even when everyone else has already thrown in the towel. But the universe, it seemed, had no shortage of ways to test her strength. Alone in the fight. Her husband, though supportive in his own way, was hardly ever home. His job required constant travel, and that left Lucia and her youngest daughter as the ones who bore

the brunt of Pablo's outbursts. It wasn't fair, but Pablo knew how to take advantage of the situation. When the man of the house wasn't around, Pablo acted like he was the one in charge, loud, aggressive, unpredictable. The neighbors noticed, of course. In fact, the entire building was used to hearing the shouting, the arguments, the painful cries that sometimes slipped through Lucia's thin walls. People shook their heads in dismay. Many couldn't understand why she hadn't reported Pablo to the authorities. Why didn't she call the police? Why didn't she take legal action? But those people hadn't walked in her shoes. They didn't know the nights she had spent cradling that same boy when he was sick. They didn't know how much of herself she had

poured into raising him. To outsiders, filing a complaint might have seemed like common sense. To Lucia, it was unthinkable. He wasn't just a violent addict, he was her son. And no matter what, that title still meant everything to her. Part 2, The First Glimpse of Hope. Still, Lucia wasn't completely naive. She knew love alone couldn't cure addiction. So she started searching for professional help. Late at night, after her shifts at the restaurant, she'd sit at the kitchen table scrolling through her phone, scribbling notes, and calling places that claimed to specialize in rehabilitation. At first, Pablo wanted nothing to do with it. He snapped at her every time she brought it up. But eventually, maybe out of guilt, maybe out of exhaustion, he agreed

to try. For Lucia, that tiny yes felt like a miracle. He was admitted to a local rehabilitation center. Walking him through those doors, Lucia felt a cautious kind of relief. She kissed his cheek, whispered that she believed in him, and prayed that this would be the beginning of his recovery. For a while, she dared to believe it was working. Pablo seemed calmer, more centered. He even smiled on some of her visits. But as anyone who has dealt with addiction knows,

Recovery is rarely a straight path. Within months, Pablo relapsed. He left the program abruptly, without finishing the treatment. When he showed up at the apartment again, disheveled and defiant, Lucia's fragile hope collapsed. He promised he was fine, that he could handle it. But Lucia could see it in his eyes, he was lying, both to her and to himself. Part 3, The Cycle of Relapse From that point on, Pablo's life became a pendulum swinging between brief moments of stability and long stretches of chaos.

Some nights he'd crash at home, eating dinner with the family-like old times. Other nights he disappeared entirely, staying with friends whose faces Lucia barely knew, leaving her to wonder if he'd ever come back alive. Lucia's worry consumed her. It became impossible to focus on her job. She'd burn food, forget orders, zone out mid-conversation. Eventually, her employers grew impatient. She lost jobs, found new ones, and lost them again.

The cycle repeated, always tied to the unpredictable storm that was her son's life. Her finances suffered badly. Bills piled up. The fridge sometimes looked depressed. empty. But worse than the money problems was the guilt. She kept thinking, if I can't even hold down a job, how can I possibly save my son? Searching for something better. Deep down, she knew the problem wasn't just the drugs, it was the environment. Pablo was trapped in a toxic routine. He kept running into the same old friends, the same dealers, the same corners that pulled him

back into addiction every time he tried to crawl out. So Lucia started dreaming bigger. Maybe what Pablo needed wasn't just a rehab center in the same city where all his demons lived. Maybe he needed a completely new environment. A fresh start, far from Bukramanga, far from the influences that kept dragging him down. She began researching programs in other cities, comparing facilities, reading reviews, talking to professionals. She wanted a place that didn't just treat addiction but also addressed

the reasons behind it, his low self-esteem, his anger, his confusion about life. A program that offered therapy, structure, and most importantly, compassion. Her search eventually led her to Medellin, a city known for some of the best rehabilitation facilities in the country. She found one that seemed perfect, modern, well-staffed, with programs designed to heal both body and mind. It sounded like exactly what Pablo needed. Part 4, Medellin and the Illusion of Progress Convincing Pablo was another story. He resisted at first, as always. But Lucia approached the subject with infinite patience, carefully explaining how being in a different city could

help him escape the cycle he was trapped in. She painted him a picture of a new life, a place where he could regain his self-worth, rediscover who he was, and eventually build a future that didn't revolve around drugs. To her astonishment, Pablo agreed. The relief that washed over Lucia in that moment was indescribable. For the first time in years, she felt genuine hope. Maybe, just maybe, this was the turning point they had. had been waiting for. She traveled with him to Medellín, sat with him during the intake

process, and hugged him tightly before leaving. On the bus ride back to Bukuramonga, she felt a piece she hadn't known in ages. For once, her home would be quiet. For once, she could breathe. And with Pablo in safe hands, she focused on rebuilding her own stability. She found another job, tried to repair her finances, and gave more attention to her youngest daughter, who had been carrying far too much weight for her age. She stayed in touch with Pablo, calling regularly, visiting on weekends when she could. Each time, she looked for signs of progress, clearer eyes, calmer speech, a softer tone. For a while, it seemed like it might actually be working.

But good things never seemed to last with Pablo. Part 5, The Heartbreak of Betrayal. On one of her visits, Lucia received news that shattered her fragile peace, Pablo was gone. He had left the center weeks earlier. No one had told her. No phone call, no warning, nothing. She felt betrayed, not only by the system but by her own son. she searched for him.

Days blurred into each other as she asked around, made calls, and retraced his steps. Finally, she found him. But the reunion wasn't what she imagined. Pablo wasn't alone. He was living with another young man, a partner, as he introduced him. Lucia didn't care about the relationship itself, what worried her was the unmistakable look in their eyes,

the restless energy in their movements. Her maternal instinct screamed the truth, this man, too, was using drugs. Her worst fears had come true. Instead of recovering, Pablo had found someone who would enable his addiction. Her heart sank. A Mother's Endless Battle Part 6, A Dangerous New Chapter When Lucia stood in the doorway of that small, dimly lit apartment in Medici,

staring at her son and the man he introduced as his partner, it was like her heart dropped into her stomach. Pablo didn't look like the boys she remembered, not even like the troubled young man she had left in the rehab center weeks before. His eyes were cloudy, his movements jittery, his voice a little too loud, a little too fast. The partner, she never even caught his real name, Pablo just called him, Nico, greeted her politely but with that slippery charm she had learned to recognize. It was the kind of friendliness that tried to hide something rotten underneath. She didn't need a test, a confession, or proof. A mother knows. And she knew immediately, Nico was using. Which meant Pablo wasn't just relapsing, he was drowning again,

and now with someone pulling him further under. Lucia forced herself to smile, to act calm, but inside she was screaming. That night, back in her hotel, she cried until her throat burned. She had given everything, her time, her savings, her endless patience, just to get him away from the people and places that destroyed him. And now, after all that effort, he had walked straight back into the same nightmare, just with a new face by his side. Part 7 Between Anger and Love

She considered dragging him back to Bukramonga right then and there. She pictured herself grabbing his arm, stuffing his clothes into a bag, and pulling him on to the next bus home. But deep down, she knew it wouldn't work. Pablo wasn't a child anymore. He was an adult, legally free to make his own choices, even the worst ones. That realization crushed her. She had always been the one to hold him, guide him, tell him what to do. But now. Now she was powerless. When she confronted Pablo,

begging him to leave Nico and try again, he exploded. Stop controlling my life, mom. This is who I am. If you can't accept it, then leave me the hell alone. The word stung like knives. He accused her of never accepting his identity, of blaming him for everything, of being ashamed of who he was. None of it was true, Lucia had never cared about who he loved. All she wanted was for him to be healthy, safe, alive. But in Pablo's twisted, drug-clouded mind, she was the enemy. Every conversation ended in shouting.

Every visit turned into a battlefield. And slowly, Lucia realized that love wasn't enough to bridge the gap between them anymore. Part 8. Back to Bucharamonga. Eventually, Lucia returned home, exhausted and defeated. Bukuramonga no longer felt like home either. Without Pablo there, the apartment was quieter, calmer, but the silence carried its own kind of weight. Her youngest daughter tried to cheer her up, insisting that maybe Pablo just needed time.

Her husband told her to focus on the child still living under their roof in the house. instead of chasing after the one who kept running away. The neighbors, though polite, whispered about her, troubled son. But Lucia couldn't turn her back. Every night, before bed, she scrolled through her phone, waiting for a message, a call, anything. Sometimes Pablo would text asking for money. Other times he disappeared for weeks. The cycle continued, hope, disappointment, anger, guilt, like a cruel game show.

couldn't quit. And every time she heard of another overdose in the city, another young life cut short, her heart stopped until she confirmed it wasn't her son. Part 9, The Last Descent By 2023, Pablo was 28. Most of his childhood friends had either built families or at least found jobs to survive. Pablo, on the other hand, drifted further away from stability. He and Nico bounced from one apartment to another, sometimes crashing at friends' places, other times squatting wherever they could. Lucia visited occasionally, always bringing food, clean clothes, or whatever she thought might help.

Sometimes Pablo accepted them, other times he mocked her for, treating him like a charity case. Their arguments grew darker. Pablo accused her of ruining his life, of favoring his sisters, of never loving him enough. The accusations were unfair, cruel even, but Lucia swallowed them like poison because somewhere inside she still hoped she could change his mind. The truth was, Pablo was no longer just angry at the world, he was angry at her. She had become the symbol of everything he hated, authority, responsibility, reality. And soon, the tension escalated beyond words.

Part 10, A Mother's Nightmare It started with threats At first he threw them out during arguments One day you'll regret how you treated me Or I should just disappear and make you suffer But eventually his words grew sharper, colder Maybe I should kill you, Mom Maybe that's the only way you'll finally shut up

Lucia froze the first time she heard it She wanted to believe he didn't mean it, that it was just the drugs talking. But the look in his eyes told a different story. It wasn't just anger anymore, it was hate. She confided in her mother, hoping for guidance. The older woman, who had once tried to mediate between them, broke down in tears. She told Lucia she needed to protect herself, to step back, to think of her younger daughter's safety. but Lucia couldn't bring herself to cut Pablo off completely.

He was still her son. And then came September 2023. The details are still debated, pieced together from police reports and witness accounts. What's clear is that Pablo snapped. In a fit of rage, fueled by substances and years of resentment, he turned against the very woman who had sacrificed everything for him. The boy she had once cradled in her arms, the child she had nursed back to health, the teenager she had defended when the world judged him, now stood before her as her attacker.

That day, the entire city of Bukaramongda would hear the name Pablo Julian Lazano Pinto. Not as a victim of circumstance, not as a troubled young man, but as the son who tried to take his mother's life. Part 11 The Aftermath news spread fast neighbors who had long heard the shouting and suspected the worst now felt both horrified and vindicated we knew something terrible would happen they whispered for lucia survival was both a blessing and a curse she had escaped death but at the cost of seeing her own son become a monster in the eyes of the world she replayed the moments in her head endlessly wondering if she could have stopped it if she had missed a sign if she had chosen the wrong words her youngest daughter withdrew even more scarred by the violence she had witnessed her husband devastated did his best to keep the family together but the cracks were too deep and pablo he became a cautionary tale a name associated with tragedy his face once the joy of lucia's life was now plastered across local news as a symbol of despair Part 12, The Weight of Love

To this day, Lucia struggles with the contradiction that defines her life. She knows Pablo is dangerous. She knows he made choices that destroyed their family. And yet, she still loves him. The maternal bond doesn't break, even when it's bruised, even when it's betrayed. When she sits alone at night, she remembers the little boy who used to run to her after school, the child who once asked her endless questions about the world, the baby whose first cry had filled her with such overwhelming joy back in 1995. That boy is gone, but in her heart, he still exists.

And that is perhaps the cruelest part of it all, loving someone who has hurt you more than anyone else ever could. To be continued.