Anyone ever known the perpetrator of a really horrific crime?

In My Humble Opinion
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Or been the perpetrator of such a crime themselves?

When I was growing up, there was a small convenience store at the end of my block (local store, not a franchise). The owner of the store was usually working behind the counter. He smoked a pipe and was a real prick to us kids. We patronized his store anyway, though, since it was so close and had cheap candy. He was the kind of guy who wouldn’t let us slide if we were three cents short (really).

Well, one day when I was in sixth grade, the guy went loco. He kidnapped and shot two women (luckily, they both survived) and then returned to his store and blew his head off in the basement.

Anyone have any similar stories? The grizzlier, the better! (Sorry, I’ve been spending too much time at crimelibrary.com :))

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Yes, in fact as far as I know the guy is still in jail.

This guy got really pissed one night and shot a guy. Killed him.

The strange thing is, you would not suspect this guy of doing such a thing. He was out on bail before his trial. I would see him at parties and such and I still couldn’t believe he did it. His name is Dave (can’t remember his last name as this was about 12 years ago.)

Then there was my then-best-friend’s roommate who was busted for armed robbery. Brenda was thrown in jail and I knew the entire time she was bad news.

On the other side of the scale, when I was a senior in high school a friend of mine from third grade - 12th was murdered. She was killed with her tube top and a phone cord. She was found strangled, her mother found her.

To this day they still don’t know who did it. The worst thing is, my best friend in the entire fucking world who was also Melissa’s best friend wasn’t able to make it to the funeral. She was in Michigan for a shoulder surgery and I cried more for Renee than I did for Melissa. Weird.

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Paparasta’s brother last year: 5+ counts of child sodomy and a host of other, related charges. I understand he’s changed his name to “Bridget” and is now living, rent-free, in Joliet :D.

And he wasn’t the type you’d never suspect – in fact, everybody who knew this guy knew he was creepy and wouldn’t let children near him.

sigh I guess every family has one :rolleyes:.

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I know (or knew) 2 people who have commited heinous acts.

  1. The son of family freinds, the black sheep of that clan, dropped a bowling ball of on overpass into traffic. The ball hit a nurse as she was returning from work. She never fully recovered from the head injury. The black sheep was sentenced as a youthful offender and did 5 years.

  2. A neiborhood bully. I knew and feared him for 10 years. He and 2 other lowlifes broke into the home of an elderly woman. The elderly woman suprised the trio and was beaten to death with a golf club. All three recieved life sentences.

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Oh my,
at age 6, the lady next door to me answered her door one afternoon and was stabbed 21 times. They never caught the guy.
at age 8 My friends father shot to death 2 people and went to jail.
at age 16 a friend from school murdered a man in a screwed up cocaine deal.
at age 23 Former employeer was arested for changing the barrel of a hadgun used to kill a circle C employee he was also suspected of helping plan the robbery, but do to lack of evidence they let him turn states evidence and walk.

hurm… that is about it, until I find my rifle and climb the belltower.
Osip

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My sister used to babysit for a very rich family. The grandmother of this family (so, the mother of the guy she was actually working for) had killed her husband with a kitchen knife in the garden of their multi million guiler (and dollar, too) mansion, right after she found out he was having an affair.

The mother got 5 years or something minor like that. The family has fully forgiven her. Creeps me out beyond belief.

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I had a murder and arsonist at my house. We had a BBQ and my best friends brother in-law came to the party. We drank beer, had a great time, talked , etc… One week later, the brother in-law is on the news. He murdered some guy, burned the house to cover it up, and skipped to Mexico. It was a really weird feeling, my wife and I were both happy when the guy was caught.

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of COURSE I have stories. I work with convicts. But, let’s not even count the ones where I only met them after the fact:

Friend of mine, suicidal and Prozaced, bought a shot gun, kidnapped his wife, she got away, he went ahead and killed himself.

A little boy (2) who lived down the hall from my apartment, his mother’s boyfriend pummeled him for several hours, then left, his mother let him bleed to death internally (6 hours) then threw his body in a dumpster. I eventually worked with her (she did time, then I met her)

A woman I knew as a juvenile, later on as an adult was hiding out at an apartment with another ne’re do well, a policeman came to the door, they killed him, then took off running, went to the first door they could, shot the housewife who answered the door (killed her), stole her car and were caught a half block down the road (they’re both serving life w/o parole)

In one criminal case I knew: one of the murdered victims, one of the witnesses (and co-defendant), the major perpetrator, his mother, the prosecutor, the judge, the defense attorney AND one of the jurors.

lots more stories as well.

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You guys on the mainland hear about the Xerox shooter here from last year? He once asked out my former co-worker’s sister. Creeped her out totally when she heard what happened.

About ten years ago, an old upstairs neighbor of ours got extremely pissed at his wife one early Saturday morning as she was getting ready for work. I only could hear them arguing and thumping noises against the walls, until I heard the patio door slide open and I saw her legs dangling from their upstairs (second floor) balcony. She was trying to get away from him, and he had blocked the front door, the only door to the place. So she jumped. Into our backyard. I remember her, half in her uniform, half in her underwear, lying on our brick and cement patio, in pain, but still afraid of that bastard.

I got to call the cops and ambulance, and they came and took care of the wife. She had fractured her back. They caught her husband (who had wandered off as his wife was lying in pain in our yard) somewhere later. She took their young daughter (who BTW witnessed the whole thing) and left him. They all moved away.

About a year later, we heard his name in the news. He killed some drug dealer in Waikiki. Not a bad choice of victim, sure, but still unnerving as hell.

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The previous owner of one of my dogs murdered a woman and left her body on the bluffs above Pocatello. He claimed she tried to forced sex on him. His answer was to run this poor woman over with his car, bludgeon her and set her on fire. One of my friends found her body when he was jogging in the early morning.

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A few years back, I heard on the morning news of a murder and arson at my old high school in Hickman County, TN. It was right before graduation. A few days later, they arrested the biology teacher. (I’d had him as teacher when I was a sophmore, it was his first year teaching at that school.)

If I remember right, he was concerned he might be fired (something about his behavior with female students?) and decided to blow up the school. He turned on the gas outlets in the science wing and left a candle on a counter (to blow things up once the gas rose to that level). The vice principal showed up early that day, and was found shot to death in the hallway. (The VP also had a daughter in the graduating class.) Then the school library and auditorium were set on fire. The alarms got folks to school in time to discover the gas before it blew.

He seemed a bit weird to me as a teacher. Ought to make our next class reunion more interesting.

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Another one I had forgotten about :

I only met this guy once or twice, but I hung out with his brother many times.

Anyway, the guy was a psycho cocaine dealer. Along with an accomplice, he kidnapped a couple he suspected of being narcs (turns out they weren’t), and killed them both. Messed them up so bad that they had to be identified by dental records. Ironically, the guy he bragged about the murders to the next day WAS a narc. He was convicted last fall and is serving life without parole. Have fun at Angola, buddy.

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One girl at my high school stabbed another over a cheerleading spot. It was during the summer and I was in another state - I heard about it when a group of friends and I were making a collage of ridiculous National Enquirer stories, and it was one of them (it was also in Rolling Stone). I didn’t know either girl well, but was acquainted with both of them.

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A friend of mine from the Episcopal youth program in Ohio, who as it happens also dated my wife’s former best friend for several years, is in prison for the rest of his life for shotgunning his parents to death as they lay in bed asleep. This would have been in . . . 1990? He was absolutely the last person I ever would have suspected of being capable of doing something like that.

The weird thing is, the day it was discovered, I had seen him; we shared a class in mass media communications in college. He told me about all the stuff he had done the night before, going out here, seeing this person, etc. Looking back, I think he was trying to establish an alibi.

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I was in school in the late 60’s with a couple of guys, cousins, one of which seemed OK and the other seemed a bit weird, but fine. After school, the weird but fine one joined the police department and the other joined the sheriffs. Both left the forces a couple of years later for unknown reasons.

The first one, whose name was Gore, had a big house. One day an oriental woman and her teenaged daughter vanished. Somehow the police managed to trace them back to Gore’s house and found the two stuffed in two 55 gallon drums, kind of chopped up. The other cousin was implicated also and the gritty details came out.

They kidnapped women, held them hostage, repeatedly raped them, and when done, killed them, hacked them up, packed them in 55 gallon drums and toted them west of town, where the gator infested canals were. Then they threw the drums in the water or just the bodies. The gators obligingly devoured the remains.

The police found the partial remains of several other women, knew there had been more but the gators had consumed the evidence. The cousins were tried, convicted and sent to death row or life in prison (I don’t recall which).

Those of us who knew them were a bit stunned. Gore himself, enormously fat, somewhat goofy looking, did not surprise us all that much but his brother, a good looking, black haired kind of well built guy, did.

Back then, no one knew much about serial killers. The pervs of the country had only just then begun to unite and hit the news.

Ten years later, we had our first ever police officer shot and killed in the line of duty - which shocked the town. The shooter, a black guy out on parole for armed robbery, had been drinking and had drugs on him and a gun and when the officer swung by to find out why he was hanging about a convenience store in the middle of the night, he apparently did not want to be violated. So he shot the sheriffs officer and fled. He was caught the next day. He’s in jail for life.

I was delivering newspapers then and it happened in my area. I got through the police line and discovered that they had not warned my couple of hundred customers in the zone in a trailer park, so I had to tell them. I mean, most of them were retired folks and elderly and lots of then walked the roads in the early hours. So, I warned them that a killer was at large and they kept watch on each other.

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I’ve got a bunch of 'em…

A bad guy married my girlfriend (and was bad to her) and she decided to have an affair. Bad guy told affair guy that he wanted to talk things over with him, then shot him and drove around town with the dead guy in the passenger seat all night. I guess someone noticed the blood on the car window and decided to pull him over. He didn’t do real hard time.

Another guy stabbed a guy who was running scared from a group of disgruntled, rowdy bikers. He accidentally ran over one of the bikers’ friend and killed him. They dragged him out of his car and the friend killed the scared guy.

Another guy stabbed a guy over a pool game. Twenty-five cents, and he got cut.

And my personal favorite…my son’s stepmother was living with a really abusive guy, so she buried an axe in his face. He lost his eye, but survived. They got back together and during yet another domestic quarrel, and he threw her out a 3rd story window. Survived, and got back together again. She (or he) finally dumped the other, but she’s still really screwed up and is in and out of jail all the time.

I’m sure I have more, if I could just recall them all.

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Out of respect for the family, I’ll attempt to keep this as genaric as possible.

A person who I knew had a teenaged brother who, took his neighbors hostage, raped the woman, then killed both her and her husband. After a brief shootout with the cops he killed himself. The house where it all happened was two doors down from me. I was home when it happened. I woke up to every cop in the county on my street. It was pretty eerie.
There is actually alot more to the story, but just in case anybody from the family might be reading this (slim chances, but better safe than sorry), this is all you get.
Actually I feel almost gossippy posting this much.

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There was this creepy guy that was in the same class as my brother. He had gratuitously befriended my brother because he (the creepy guy) was a bottle collector, and my grandparents lived in a farmhouse with an ancient garbage dump behind it that he wanted a crack at.

Unrelated to this, he was later convicted of the rape and murder of a 70 year woman.

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Well, there was one time when I… Okay, give me a second…

:: Checks statute of limitations ::

Um… Nevermind! I’ll tell you… Later!

:: Runs away ::

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One of Mrs. Kunilou’s former students. Special education student, but a nice kid. We even had him babysit the Kunilou kids a number of times when they were small. He loved our kids and they liked him.

One day our sleepy little suburb was shocked to hear of robbery/murder of a local antique dealer in the middle of the day, in the middle of the week. Within hours the police picked Mrs. Kunilou’s former student up. He’d never been in trouble with the law, always been responsible.

Mrs. Kunilou will go to her grave believing he was led to do this by someone (she thinks she knows who) but out of a sad, misguided sense of loyalty, he wouldn’t give up the name. Now he’s doing life.

A tragic story, really.