Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Waking Up Covered in Blood Beside a Corpse I Might Have Killed but Can’t Remember Why PART1 #72

Episode Date: August 7, 2025

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What the fuck? That was all that went through my head. Over and over. Again and again. My hands shook uncontrollably and my head throbbed viciously. Blood drenched me all over and the harsh taste of copper was the dominant taste in my mouth. I remember being wide-eyed and hysterical in that moment and I was completely out of my mind. I spilled my guts out at the sight.

Jesus, did I do this? All the evidence pointed in that direction. I had woken up, in the middle of the woods, next to a dead body while covered in blood. But why couldn't I remember it? I had no recollection of the night before. I remembered going to sleep next to my wife and the next thing I know I'm waking up next to a fucking corpse. My mind raised with too many thoughts.

I lost control of myself. Too much. So much blood. The body. Mangled. I did this. Noise. Noise in my head. Like a fucking siren. Siren. Shit, the police. I'd go to jail. Rotting. Like the body. Did I deserve to, though? I killed them, didn't I? I deserved death. They deserve justice. Or did I kill them? Why? Why couldn't I remember? What? The.

Fuck. It took a moment before I pulled myself together. I decided that I had to be sure. I had to be completely and utterly certain that I, that I killed someone. Until then, had to deal with this mess. I walked to the body and heaved it onto my shoulder with ease. It barely had any organs left so it practically weighed. nothing. I was taken aback by the sheer violence that went into the murder of this person. I couldn't

believe that I was capable of it. There was no way. But how sure could I be? The evidence was right there. I carried the body over to the lake in the center of the woods. It took me a while to come to terms with the fact that I had to hide the body. After going back and forth with my decision for the longest time, I threw the body into the lake, where it sank and stayed. Then I realized that there was still blood all over me, and all over the ground leading to the lake. Shit! This was going to take a while.

An hour or so later I emerged from the woods having bathed in the lake and wearing nothing but my boxers. My pajamas had to be thrown in with the body since they had transformed from being white to being a harsh red. I must have looked like in Castaway, shivering. on the side of the road with my arm outstretched, begging for someone to give me a lift home. Eventually, someone stopped and offered me a ride. When confronted with the obvious question of, What happened to you? I lied and said that I was drinking with some friends last night and I woke up

the next day in nothing but my underwear. I was afraid that the man wouldn't buy my bullshit, but after a second he burst out with laughter and replied, been there, done that, pal. I arrived home and thanked the man for his act of charity. When I realized that I didn't have my house keys, I rung the bell, praying to the Lord that my wife hadn't left for work yet. Luckily, she hadn't. As the door opened, I leapt forward, wrapping my arms tight around her. I'm so glad you're home. I've had such a shitty morning, I whispered into her ear. To my surprise, she pushed me away harshly. Where the hell were you? She screamed. I sighed heavily. I don't even know if I'm honest. I think I'm sleepwalking again, Delilah. Delilah laughed bitterly. In her hand she held my phone and I

began to question why. That's a really good excuse, you lying piece of shit. I've seen your phone and I saw the messages you sent to Sarah last night. Who the fuck is Sarah? Wait. It couldn't be. The body. In the woods. It was hard to make out what gender it was based on looks, but judging by the body shape it could have been a woman. Sarah. I don't know what happened last night, I swear.

I remember sleeping at home and the next minute I'm waking up in the woods. I promise you that I don't know who Sarah is and I don't know what the fuck is happening and I am freaking out right now. You have to trust me, D. I reached for Delilah's hand and thankfully she didn't pull back. With my free hand I lifted her chin and looked into her eyes, desperate for some sign as to what she was thinking. Tears collected in the corner of her eyes and behind her pupils I saw a deep sadness. She wanted to trust me, but she couldn't. How could she?

Love told her to pull me close, while Logic told her to push me away. I leaned closer and placed my forehead on hers. Squeezing her hand tighter, I hoped for some sort of reassurance. I got none. I only felt more isolated. After a minute or so, Delilah pulled away. She gave me my phone and walked past me, wiping the tears from her face. I have to go to work, she said.

We'll talk when I get back. I let out a sigh of relief. She was coming back. Thank God. As she fumbled for her time, keys, she looked back at me. Jesus, put some clothes on, Ethan, she said. Then she got in the car and drove away. I watched her go, worried that maybe she would never return. I couldn't bear that thought that I could lose her because of something I didn't even remember doing. That would break me.

I looked down at my phone and noticed the messages I sent and received from Sarah. When I saw it, I felt sick in my stomach. I had asked her, at the stroke of midnight, to meet up in the woods. This only confirmed my previous suspicions of the body being Saras. But who was she? And what motive did I have to kill her? What the fuck happened last night? I went upstairs, racking my brain for some sort of logical explanation.

Of course, there was none. It was one big twisted enigma, there I was in the middle of it, questioning my own sanity. I worried about the body and the blood. I was scared that maybe I hadn't cleaned every bit of blood, or maybe the body could somehow still be traced back to me. Then I realized, in a wide-eyed epiphany, that I didn't clean up all of the evidence. Organs

The fucking organs were missing when I woke up next to the body. If someone found them, people would know that this Sarah character was dead. Considering the fact that I saw no phone on the corpse as I tossed it, into the lake, it was fair to assume that Sarah's phone was still out there and it was clear evidence that I had something to do with her disappearance. How is it evidence, you ask? Take a wild guess at who the last person she messaged was. Yours fucking truly.

I put on some clothes and made my way back downstairs. My brain throbbed like a sore thumb inside my skull and I could barely walk straight. Anxiety and horror tugged at my throat and I fought the urge to just collage. onto the ground. So many thoughts. So many worries. Too many loose ends. Back to me. Jailed for the rest of my days. I stumbled around like a drunk man until I forced myself into the kitchen. My body felt like a volcano ready to erupt and sweat dripped from every corner of my skin. I slammed my head into the sink, twisting the knob and feeling an overwhelming sense of relief as the water hit my skin. But it wasn't cold enough. I turned off the tap and turned to the freezer.

I yanked the door open and put my head inside. I felt the cool air tickle my skin and for a moment I felt relaxed. I felt like all of my problems were outside and I was in here, enjoying the cold. For only a moment. I opened my eyes to see a long strip of tissue and blood matter resting at the back of the freezer. To its left was what seemed to be a liver and a stomach. On the right? On the right was a heart, somehow still beating and ejecting blood all over my face. Sarah's heart. I screamed until my lungs could scream no more.