Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Waking Up Covered in Blood Beside a Corpse I Might Have Killed but Can’t Remember Why PART2 #73

Episode Date: August 8, 2025

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After I found Sarah's organs, I had a mental war with myself. It was confirmed, I did this. I killed someone. Their blood was on my hands. Every single second that went by was another second that their loved ones spent worried about where they were. And yet there I was, in my kitchen eating breakfast with Sarah's organs in my freezer. I mean what the fuck, honestly, I felt like I should have just told the appropriate people and deliver her justice. That's what it boiled down to, at the end of the day.

Justice. Justice for Sarah. Justice for her family. Justice for me. Even if that meant I had to pay for my crimes. But what does justice mean? And what was the appropriate way to deliver it? Justice is a glass window contaminated with vapor.

No clear view, just a foggy mess. There was no end view in sight and I hadn't the faintest clue what to do. do and where to go. How could this end? With me in shackles? With the killer in shackles? I still didn't know for certain whether I had anything to do with the murder. Sure, there was a fuckload of evidence but I just couldn't bring myself to accept it until I had complete proof that I did this. Maybe I was delusional or justifiably paranoid. Truth was, slowly by slowly, I was losing my mind more and more. As I sat in my kitchen devouring my breakfast, I suddenly became angry. Justice, huh? Where was my justice? I was an honest man, a true model citizen who had never

done anything to hurt others. I loved my wife and I respected my colleagues. I mean, I hated my boss, but who doesn't, am I right? I paid my taxes and did my charity. I had done nothing but help and respect others so why the fuck was this happening to me? If karma was biting me in the ass, why was it bad karma? What had I done to deserve this? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I felt the irritation course through my veins and my blood ran thick with rage. Fuck this shit. Fuck Sarah. Fuck justice. Fuck all of it. Why me? What kind of sick joke was this shit. I clenched my fists so hard that my knuckles turned white with pressure and my nails dug deep into my palm. My head felt like a boulder on my neck, heavy with blood and maybe

the barrage of thoughts in my mind. I felt whispers in my ears, like an echo left behind from my sanity fading away. It was a female's voice, which I quickly presumed to be Saras. You're sick, she said. I opened my eyes and there she stood, zombie-like, blood dripping from her eyes and mouth. Her face was scarred and ripped, leaving deep cuts that revealed shades of her skull. To sum up, she looked like the single most scariest fucking thing I've ever seen in my entire life. Needless to say, I slammed my eyes shut and told her to fuck off. Look at me, Ethan, she whispered. No, I see can't. Please, I can't. Look at me, you bastard. Look at what you did. How could you?

I looked into her eyes and I saw nothing but black. Emptiness filled me from top to bottom and I froze as if I were in a trance. I didn't kill you. I replied. What? I didn't kill you. I could never. You killed me.

No. You killed me. You killed me. No, no. This isn't, you aren't real. You killed me, Ethan. You killed me, you killed me, you killed me. I didn't fucking kill you.

I grabbed my bowl of cereal and threw it at her with as much force as I could muster. It phased through her body and smashed into a million pieces against the wall. One piece of glass flew straight towards me and engraved itself deep into my head. It was only small, but it was enough to get blood to pour out from the cut and roll down my face. That was the moment that I completely broke down. Everything that kept me stable collapsed under the heaviest weight. I cried, hard, until my eyes were dry and my face was soaked. That moment was rock bottom for me, as I collapsed onto the milk-drenched floor and shuddered

with tears. Every tear was another second that Delilah could use to make up her mind about trusting me or not. Every tear was another second that the police could be searching for Sarah's body. I didn't care. I didn't care about anything anymore. I just cried. I cried until I physically couldn't anymore. I cried because I didn't know what else to do.

After half an hour or so, I heard my phone ring and my heart skipped a beat. It's the police. They know. They know everything. Wait, that makes no sense. They would raid the house. Delilah? Maybe she's going to tell me.

she isn't coming home. Or maybe she's calling to say that she trusts me. Fuck, answer the phone, you idiot. I scrambled onto my feet and made my way upstairs, desperately searching for my phone. When I found it, I was disappointed to see that it was my boss calling me. Shit today is Monday. I should be at work right now. I answered the phone hastily and I rambled down the phone. Hi, sir, I'm so sorry I've just had such a I'll be there as soon as I can. What are you on about? I called to say I'm not going to be in work today, and there's really no point in you being there on your own so take the day off. For a moment, I felt a wave of relief. Thank God. That gave me a lot more time to figure out what was going on.

But I quickly realized that this was strange behavior from my boss, since he was quite an uptight person and he definitely wasn't one to take a day off so suddenly. With a lot more intrigue, I asked, if you don't mind me asking, why won't you be in? It's not like you to take a day off. Are you okay? He scoffed down the phone. And it's not like you to give a shit, he paused for a moment. Fuck, I'm sorry, man, it's like you said, I've had a hectic morning. Yeah, I get it. Is there anything I can help with? Nah, it's okay, this is something I got to deal with. You see, my girlfriend isn't home and I'm kind of worried about where she is. I could feel my heart beating through my chest. Beads of sweat rolled down my face and mixed with the existing blood that had already

dried, making it run again. Every muscle in my body tensed up and I could feel time slowed down. There was no way. It couldn't be. What is her name? I asked quietly. What? Why? Maybe I might have seen her. Tell me, what is her name? Sarah.