Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - When Silence Calls A Chilling Tale of Obsession, Stalking, and Escaping the Unknown PART3 #64

Starting point is 00:00:00 All right, buckle up, because this is one hell of a ride. So it all started with something super minor, or at least, it felt minor at first. I got this phone call from a number I didn't recognize. That's not too weird, right? But when I answered, there was just silence. No background noise, no breathing, no static, just complete silence. Creepy as hell, honestly. I hung up and tried to brush it off.

Starting point is 00:00:30 probably just a glitch or a prank call or whatever. But then it happened again. And again. By the third time that day, I was seriously getting pissed. Like, who has time for this? And to make things worse, I had been tearing my house and car apart looking for my garage door remote and couldn't find it anywhere. It had just vanished.

Starting point is 00:00:54 I figured maybe it fell out of my car or something, but still, annoying as hell. Now fast forward about three weeks. These silent calls have become a daily thing. Every single day without fail. But here's the weirdest part, they only came when I could answer. Never during work. Never while I was asleep. Always at the most perfect moments.

Starting point is 00:01:20 Like the second I stepped out of work, boom, phone starts ringing. At that point, I started thinking someone was messing with me. Maybe a friend playing some drawn-out prank. But then things got, weirder. I'd stopped using the garage altogether by then because without the remote, it was a pain in the ass. So I'd park in the driveway. One morning, as I backed out, I heard this awful scraping sound from under my car. I jumped out and looked, massive tree branches wedged under my vehicle.

Starting point is 00:01:54 No idea how they got there. Took forever to pull them out. A week later. Bang. Loud as hell, right on my front door. I ran to check it out, heart pounding. And guess what was there? A giant tree branch just sitting neatly on the doormat. No note, no explanation. Just a damn branch. That was my breaking point. I called my best friend Lacey in full panic mode and begged to crash at her place for a few nights. She said yes, thank God. So I go over, trying to feel safe. But then it happens. My phone rings again, unknown number. I don't answer. And five seconds later, Lacey's phone rings. Same number.

Starting point is 00:02:46 We both just stared at each other like, what the actual hell. I told her not to answer. At this point, we weren't laughing it off anymore. It was even, the most elaborate prank ever, or I had a legitimate stalker. Next day at work, I finally broke down and told one of my managers what was happening. He didn't waste time, told me to call the cops right away. So that's what I did. The next time my phone rang, which was, surprise surprise, right as I was walking to my car during lunch, I answered, listened to that same horrible silence and immediately called the police. Unfortunately, they couldn't trace the call. Said it was probably from some kind of burner phone or something. But they did agree to send

Starting point is 00:03:33 an officer to watch my house for a few days. For that week, nothing happened except for the usual calls. No branches, no banging, nothing physical. I was still freaked, but a little less on edge. So I started doing what any annoyed person would do, I talked to. back. Called the silent caller a coward, asked them what their deal was, dared them to show themselves. Never got a single word back. Just that damn silence. When I followed up with the cops, they were sympathetic but basically said their hands were tied. No traceable number, no real threats, nothing they could act on. Then the branches came back. First in my yard. Then I started hearing banging on my windows at night. I couldn't sleep in my bedroom anymore. I just didn't feel safe.

Starting point is 00:04:28 Started sleeping on the couch, lights on. One night, I got up to grab a glass of water. Of course, the phone rang again. I was so terrified I called Lacey and she came over to stay the night. I just couldn't figure it out. No one ever followed me. I didn't notice anything weird when I was out. But little things kept happening. Like finding napkins stuffed into my screen door. Or stacks of blank paper in my yard. Once, there were markers in my mailbox. Another time, candy wrappers neatly placed on top of my car.

Starting point is 00:05:07 Who even does that? It was like my stalker had the mind of a six-year-old and the planning skills of a serial killer. This continued all the way to winter break. On Christmas Eve, I was headed to my grand-a-old. Papa's farm to celebrate. Halfway there, my phone rang again. And that was the moment I completely snapped. I answered, screaming, told them it was Christmas. Screamed that I was done with this game, that they were a freak, that I just wanted to be left alone. I cried so hard I had to pull over. But just like always, there was nothing. Just that same dead silence. That night, after the family party,

Starting point is 00:05:50 I went back home. I was on the couch, couldn't even handle sleeping in my bed at that point, when I woke up to a bright light in my face. Someone was outside shining a flashlight directly into my window. I panicked. Ran into the bathroom, locked the door, called Lacey. She came flying over and searched the place with me. Nobody was there. Nothing was taken. But that flashlight, it was real. I hadn't imagined it. After that night, the calls kept coming. But nothing else weird happened. No branches. No markers. Nothing left on my car. So, little by little, I convinced myself maybe it was over. I moved back to my room. Then one morning, I got up and noticed the garage was open. Strange. Maybe it got stuck or something. I went to the wall panel, punched in the code,

Starting point is 00:06:52 and watched it close. Shrugged it off. Went to the kitchen to get a glass of milk, and sat down at the dining table. And that's when I saw it. My garage door remote. The same one that had been missing for months. Just sitting there, right on the table. I lost it. I didn't even change out of my pajamas. Just grabbed my keys and ran out of the house. Got in my car and drove with no plan. I called Lacey and told her, it's time. We're moving. We've been talking about relocating for a while, but this sealed it. I couldn't live like that anymore. I couldn't do it. So she and her boyfriend came over, helped me check the house one last time. As usual, no one was there. No signs of forced entry. Nothing. We found an apartment in a different city and moved within a couple weeks.

Starting point is 00:07:51 As soon as we moved, the calls stopped. Completely. It was Valentine's Day. We were doing a little girl's day thing, movie, snacks, the works. Before we left, I remember plugging my phone into the charger in the kitchen. Didn't want to be distracted, just wanted to enjoy the day. We watched the movie, laughed, had popcorn, all that good stuff. On our way back to the car, we're chatting about the movie, and then I stopped dead in my tracks. Something was lying on the ground next to the car. It was my phone. Neither of us said anything at first. We just stared. Both of us were thinking the same thing, how? How? We hadn't brought the phone. We had left it in the apartment. Plugged into the wall. And now, here it was, lying next to the car. We freaked out,

Starting point is 00:08:48 obviously. Drove straight to Lacey's boyfriend's house and crashed there for the night. When we went back to the apartment the next day, nothing. No signs of a break-in. No mess. Everything was where we left it. Except for the phone. I never found out who was behind all this. No one ever confessed. I asked everyone, literally everyone I could think of. Even random people who had been at house parties. No one owned up to anything. And honestly, I don't think any of my friends would have had the heart to put me through nearly five months of hell. Whoever it was, they were calculated. They knew my schedule. They knew when I'd be alone. They knew how to get into my house without leaving a trace. And they knew exactly how to mess with me without ever

Starting point is 00:09:43 laying a hand on me. There's always a reason to be afraid. The end.

Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - When Silence Calls A Chilling Tale of Obsession, Stalking, and Escaping the Unknown PART3 #64

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