Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - We Entered Ryton Pools and Time Broke Voices, Loops, and a Supernatural Feeling #56

Episode Date: September 4, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #supernatural #timeloops #hauntedplaces #paranormalactivity #eerieexperience  Ryton Pools isn’t just a place — it’s a portal where time fractures and reality warps. As we entered, strange voices echoed, moments repeated like broken loops, and a chilling supernatural presence enveloped us. This story plunges into an unsettling experience where time itself seems haunted, blurring the line between past and present in a terrifying dance.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, hauntedplaces, timeloops, supernaturalphenomena, paranormalactivity, eerieencounters, brokenreality, timelesshorror, mysteriousvoices, chillingpresence, ghostlywhispers, timefracture, distortedreality, hauntingexperience, darkmystery

All right, so let me take you back about a year ago. I was 16 at the time, I'm 17 now, and this whole thing still messes with my head whenever I think about it. It wasn't one of those, oh, we just got a little lost, kind of stories. No. This felt different. Like wrong in a way I can't really explain unless you've been through something similar. Anyway, it started out as a totally normal day. My dad, he's 40 now, I'm just a.

Our neighbor, she's in her early 30s, and her dog decided to go for a walk at Riden Pools. For those of you who don't know, Riden Pools is this big park area in the UK with loads of walking paths, ponds, and woods. It's the sort of place people take their kids or dogs to get some fresh air. So, nothing creepy about it on the surface. We set off planning to do one of the longer paths, which my dad estimated would take about an hour, tops. It was one of those cold but sunny UK days, where the air's fresh, the ground's a bit muddy, and there's a faint smell of damp leaves everywhere. At first, everything felt normal.

Me and the neighbor's dog were out in front, maybe 20 to 30 feet ahead of my dad and the neighbor. The dog, a bouncy little thing, kept running back and forth between me and them, tail wagging, sniffing at everything in sight. But then we hit this section where the woods got thicker. Like, way thicker. You know when trees seem to press in on you from all sides, and suddenly there's less light even though it's the middle of the day. Yeah, like that.

That's when things started feeling, off. Part 1, My Side of Things. I couldn't put my finger on it at first, but as soon as I entered that dense wooded area, I felt, watched. Not just like someone was behind me, but like the woods themselves were alive and aware of me. Every step forward felt heavier than the last, like I was pushing against invisible water. The dog, who had been happily darting back and forth, suddenly stopped running back to check on my dad and the neighbor. He stuck close to me now, his ears pricked and tail rigid.

That alone made me uneasy because this dog usually didn't give a damn about anything unless it smelled like food. After what felt like maybe 20 minutes of walking, my phone buzzed. It was my dad calling. Where the hell are you, he said, sounding more panicked than I'd ever heard him. What do you mean? I'm on the path. Haven't moved off at once, I replied. It's been over an hour and a half since we saw you.

Are you sure you're still on the main path? My stomach twisted. That didn't make sense. To me, I'd only been ahead for maybe 20 minutes tops. I described where I was, thick woods, barely any light getting through, birds chirping faintly in the distance. That's where we are, my dad said, but we can't see you. Before I could respond, my phone battery plummeted from 60% to 18% in seconds, and the call cut out. Now I was freaking out. I tried using

find my iPhone so my dad could track me, but apparently, my location wasn't updating. No matter how much I refreshed, nothing happened. Then something even weirder hit me, I smelled cigarette smoke. My granddad, who died a couple of years earlier, had been a heavy smoker. It wasn't just a faint smell either, it was strong, like someone was standing right next to me puffing away. For some reason, I followed it. It felt like I needed to. Like if I kept going, I'd find my way back or find, something. And then, as quickly as it had started, the oppressive feeling lifted. The woods thinned out. Birds were singing again. Up ahead, I saw my dad and the neighbor, standing in a field, waving. You okay? My dad asked as I got closer. Yeah, how long was I gone? I asked.

Almost three hours, he said. Three hours. No way. In my my head, it had been maybe an hour, Max. I hadn't even gone off the path. We all agreed something about that area felt wrong. But when they told me what happened on their side, I realized my experience was the normal one. Part 2, their side of the story. So, while I was dealing with whatever the hell that was, my dad and the neighbor were having their own nightmare. After I'd gotten ahead with the dog, they started noticing how weirdly quiet everything got. No birds, no rustling leaves, not even the sound of distant cars or planes. Just silence.

Then they came to this strange opening in the woods. My dad later asked me why I didn't take that route, but I told him I'd had a strong feeling not to. That's not unusual for me, I get gut feelings about stuff all the time. But this one felt urgent, like if I went that way, I wouldn't come back. Anyway, in this clearing, they noticed a bizarre-looking bush. Neither of them could describe it properly later, just that it seemed out of place. Like, their brains couldn't process what it looked like, only that it shouldn't have been there. As they kept walking, they said the plants and nettles started lashing out at their legs.

When they got home later, I saw the cuts myself. Deep, red, angry lines like they'd walked through barbed wire. It felt like something didn't want us there, the neighbor said later. That wasn't even the scariest part. At one point, my dad called me. He swears up and down that when I answered, he heard two voices besides mine. One sounded like it was imitating me, but the other, the other was alien. Not like an alien from movies with clicks and beats, but just wrong.

A voice that wasn't human. They hung up, terrified. And then, after what felt like ours, they walked straight into the same weird bush they'd seen earlier, even though they'd only been going in one direction. A perfect loop. That's when they realized something wasn't right. Part 3, The Aftermath. When we finally regrouped and left right in pools, none of us talked much in the car. But later that night, we all admitted the same thing, it didn't feel like we'd just gotten lost.

It felt like we'd stumbled into, something else. A pocket of reality that wasn't ours. Or maybe something supernatural. Even now, a year later, I can still smell the cigarettes sometimes, out of nowhere. My dad says sometimes he dreams about the strange bush and wakes up with fresh cuts on his legs. The neighbor. She moved a few months after that day. She wouldn't say why.

I still don't know what happened. to us out there. But I know this, we didn't just lose track of time. Something found us. And it let us go. Or maybe it's still watching. The end.