Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Trapped Between Faith and Madness The Haunting True Story of Irina Cornichi PART2 #56

Episode Date: November 23, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #truecrime #realhorrorstories #faithandfear #tragicendings #darktruecrime  “Trapped Between Faith and Madness: The Haunting True Story of Irina Cornichi PART 2” continues the chilling account of Irina’s ordeal. What started as a desperate attempt for spiritual healing descends further into cruelty, blind faith, and psychological torment. This part exposes the horrifying escalation of events, leading to an ending as shocking as it is tragic, leaving behind questions of guilt, belief, and human suffering.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, truecrime, realhorror, darkfaith, tragictruecrime, chillingtrueevents, disturbedminds, psychologicaldarkness, culttragedy, nightmarefuel, basedonrealevents, eerieaccounts, horrorrealities, fearandfaith, hauntingtruth

A Journey of Faith, Fear, and Madness. Irina had this crazy idea one day. She wanted to travel, to escape, to reinvent herself somewhere far away. But instead of going alone, she thought it might be fun to drag someone else along. And who better than her closest friend, the one she had always felt tied to in a way that wasn't just ordinary friendship. That person was Angel. Her best friend, or maybe something more, something unspoken that lived in the small glances,

the unexplainable bond, the sense of home they found in each other's company. At that time, Angel wasn't in the same place as Irene anymore. She had left the orphanage years before. The moment she was out, she moved into the convent of the Holy Trinity in Taniku. The place was practically brand new, a fresh construction up on a hill, its gates opening for the first time in the year 2000. It stood out against the horizon like something carved out of a dream. Belonging to the Orthodox Church, it had this air of purity, of a place untouched by the dirt of everyday life. Angel kept in touch with Irina all those years. Letters, endless letters,

inked pages carrying pieces of their souls. Angel wrote about her days in the convent, her routines, the quiet joys she found. She sounded happy, like she had stumbled upon a version of life that actually made sense to her. God, prayer, a family of women bound by faith, it seemed she had found peace. Irene, on the other hand, always wrote back about freedom. About the longing to break chains, to see the world, to make choices no one else controlled. There was something magnetic in those differences. Angel, the girl wrapped in the arms of God, craving glimpses of the outside world, of liberty. Irene, the free-spirited one, always searching for belonging, for warmth, for family. Each had what the other lacked. Fast forward to April 2005. That month

became a turning point, the kind that divides life into, before and after. Irina decided she was going to Germany. But before heading west, she wanted, no, she needed, to see Angel again. She talked it over with her brother Vasile, packed a backpack, and they agreed to make the trip together. Before leaving, Irina went to her foster family and asked them to hold on to her savings, about 4,500 euros. That detail, which seemed simple at the time, would later turn into something crucial. She handed over the money for safekeeping, then she and her brother set off toward Tanakou. When they arrived, it was like stepping into a postcard. The convent looked like a fairy tale scene. Idyllic, quiet, perfectly ordered. The nuns lived in harmony,

moving like parts of the same body. They treated each other with kindness, followed their routines with discipline, and radiated a sense of peace that was almost contagious. irena soaking in all this went straight to angel and there face to face after so much time she made her proposal come with me to germany let's start fresh you'd love it there the streets the people the money the hope we can begin again together on paper in their letters angel had always sounded curious about the idea but now standing before irena her response She shook her head. She said no. This is my place, Angel told her softly. This convent is my home. These women are my family now. They love me, protect me, take care of me. Here I have warmth, love, belonging. If you stay with me, you'll feel it too. And then she spoke about the priest. Korijianu. She described him like he was more than just a man of God. According to Angel,

confessing to him was like washing your soul clean. He could pull sin straight out of you, filling the emptiness with light, with peace. She swore that when you sat across from him, you didn't just talk to a priest, you touched the divine. People came to him sick, on the edge of death, and somehow they walked away healed. She said miracles happened in his presence. To her, he wasn't just a priest, he was the closest thing to a saint she had ever known. Irina listened, wide-eyed, mesmerized. She agreed to confess to him, maybe out of curiosity, maybe out of something deeper stirring inside her.

That first confession hit her like lightning. It shook her so hard that the thought of joining the convent, of becoming a novice, suddenly didn't seem so crazy. For the first time in her life, she started to start. started to picture herself in a habit, living behind convent walls, surrendering her restless spirit to faith. Her brother Vasile didn't oppose the idea. In fact, he supported her.

He thought maybe this was what Irina needed, a safe, structured place where she could finally feel whole. Encouraged, Irina leaned further into the idea. That's when things started to shift. Strange things. She began hearing what she called celestial voices. At night, she said she could hear a music not of this earth, something ethereal pouring into her soul.

She felt waves of light inside her body, warmth flooding her veins. She swore she could feel God himself pulsing through her skin. It wasn't just faith anymore, it was an experience, something alive inside her. And once she tasted it, she became convinced, she had to stay. She told herself this place was her true home, her destiny. But it wasn't that simple. Part of her still longed for the freedom she had always dreamed about. The open road, Germany, the promise of something new.

The nuns pressed her to remain. They told her God had called her, that she belonged there. Irina felt the pressure like heavy chains, and though a piece of her wanted to stay, another peace screamed to run. What if this wasn't God's call but just her fear of the unknown? What if Germany was the real chance to begin again? The struggle tore at her. April 9, 2005, came. The day she and Vassili were supposed to leave. Backpacks ready, decisions made. Vasile had packed, Irina had packed too. They were prepared to walk away. But just as they were about to go, the nuns blocked their path.

They pleaded with Irina not to leave. This is your home, they said. We love you here. God has chosen you. Don't go. Irina shook her head. She told them she would think about it, maybe come back one day, but for now she was leaving. She was clear, or at least she tried to be.

That's when everything snapped. Under the weight of their insistence, Irina suddenly spiraled into panic. She broke down. Her body convulsed with terror. She tried to run, but the nuns grabbed her. She began thrashing, hitting herself, hitting them, collapsing to the ground. She screamed. She shouted curses, blasphemies that shocked everyone.

Her behavior was so extreme, so violent, that the nuns didn't know what else to do. In desperation, they tied her up. Frightened and clueless, they rushed her to the psychiatric hospital in Barlet, in Northeastern Romania. By the time she arrived, she was burning with fever, disoriented, shouting that the devil was inside her. She shook with convulsions, her body twitching like she was possessed. Again and again she repeated the same words,

The demon is in me. Doctors did their best to stabilize her. They medicated her, calmed her physically. A psychiatrist examined her and quickly came to a conclusion, Irina showed clear signs of schizophrenia. Angel, who knew her better than most, confirmed that Irina had always been, different. Since childhood, she had visions.

She spoke about voices in her head, voices she claimed belonged to her father. She suffered strange episodes, saw things no one else could see, heard things no one else could hear. To the psychiatrist, the diagnosis seemed obvious. The stress of the convent, the pressure, the clash between freedom and belonging, it had triggered her breakdown. The visions, the voices, the self-harm, the blasphemy, all of it fit neatly into the clinical box of skin. schizophrenia. But inside the convent, inside Angel's mind, that explanation wasn't enough. To be continued.