This guy I knew in grade school and high school (knew him well, but never liked him) is the prime suspect in the murder of his friend and business partner in a Philly-area restaurant, apparently for insurance money. He hasn’t been charged with the murder, but was convicted of perjury in relation to the death.
He was convicted of perjury as follows: The victim was killed with a .25 caliber bullet. The suspect turned over to police a .25 caliber gun that was NOT used to kill the guy. However, it was discovered that he also owned another .25 caliber gun – one that has never been recovered (and is believed to be the murder weapon). The suspect was convicted of perjury because he testified that he had never owned another .25 caliber gun.
Sua
When my ex-husband was a child, his mother tried to beat her husband to death with a hammer. My ex and his sister were in the next room at the time. My ex-father-in-law lived, now has a metal plate in his head. His wife wound up in a mental hospital.
I’ve had drinks with guys who’ve killed other guys in bar fights, and done time for manslaughter.
They never brag about it, but “confess” it near closing time. I always believe them. “In wine there is truth.”
One of my childhood friends that I spent a lot of time with for a few years ended up being a hardcore felon. Robbery, assault, etc. He’s in The Big House now. I’m not sure if he ever killed anyone, but it wouldn’t surprise me.
Here’s something I find more than a little creepy …
Several years back, this 20-something local guy was arrested for murdering two young ladies, a year after the first murder had been unsolved and a few months after the second.
As many of you may have seen me mention on here before, I was a singer in a rock band that was very popular up in my neck of the woods in the early '90s.
For the murderer’s second killing, the guy linked up with his victim at a local party that a lot of people attended because the rumor was around that our band was playing there. Ended up we couldn’t make it, but another, less locally renowned band made up of some friends of ours ended up playing there that night.
Still kind of wigs me out to think of my inadvertant connection, however remote.
Michael Walker.
If you consider treason as “horrific” as I do.
Kind of a long story, so bear with me, or scroll down now.
An old girlfriend of mine suddenly called me at work one day after not having even spoken with each other for ten years. She had gotten my number from a mutual friend who we were both still in touch with. She said she needed to talk to someone, and since the mutual friend was out of town for a few days, she wondered if she could drop by.
She did, and as we talked, it was apparent that her current SO was abusive and dangerous. He was hitting her and the kids, and when he was drunk, threatening to rape her 13-year-old daughter. He had also threatned her life more than once.
I told her to get away from him, or to get him out immediately. She said she would but she needed a few bucks to get her car back on the road, and to get a motel room for a couple of days while she worked out where to go. I gave her a couple bucks and told her to call me and let me know where she wound up.
The next night she calls me at home, and asks if she can drop by. I say sure, and a few minutes later she shows up at my apartment, with her three kids in tow. After a little small talk she asks me if I can watch the kids. Actually she asks if I can “take care of” the kids. This strikes me as odd because I’ve never even met the kids before, as they were all born after we dated way back in high school. She also seems extremely nervous. By this time my spidey sense is starting to tingle (can’t put anything over on this dummy!) and I talk her into sitting down and talking.
We bed the kids down in sleeping bags on my spare bedroom floor, and talk. After an all night session (in which it becomes very apparent that the idiot boyfriend was indeed a complete waste of skin) she finally breaks down and tells me what happened.
Two nights previous (the night before she called me the first time) he came home drunk, slapped her around, and then headed downstairs to “get some young pussy” (that was her exact quote). She freaks out, grabs a shotgun and blows his brains out. Incredibly, even though it’s the middle of the night, no one hears, or at least no one pays any attention. She drags his body outside and stuffs it in the trunk of the old car in the backyard.
She had licensed the car with the money I gave her, and then spent that night in a motel with the kids (as there were still brains spattered on the living room carpet, she hadn’t let the kids back in the house all that day). She had then come to me with the intention of dropping off the kids, and driving the car with the body and herself in it off a cliff.
I finally convinced her that killing herself was not the answer here. We called her parents, dropped the kids off with them, and called the cops and told them where to find the body, and headed back to her place to meet them.
Sure enough, when we show up, it’s a madhouse. Police everywhere, news people, etc. They arrest her, and I spend a Sunday afternoon talking to several detectives telling them everything I know, which is actually not very much.
Was this a horrific crime, or just a case of self-defense?
I do know it was pretty horrific for her. We stayed in regular contact for a year or so as friends, and occasionally for the next few years, and I know for all of that time, she struggled with the consequences of having had to kill that guy (yeah, I know. Maybe she didn’t have to kill him. But I personally think she did.) She was eventually tried (for manslaughter, I think) and given a suspended sentence, with a one-year probation. Last I heard she was re-married and doing ok.
All in all, a very weird way to spend a weekend.
Ugly
my two cents, er, connections to violent crime…
- A few weeks ago my Spanish TA from last semester went off the deep end in a very calculated manner. He accosted his ex-girlfriend (a former student) outside her job, kidnapped her at gunpoint, and forced her to drive back to his apartment. There he stripped her nude and locked her into a custom-built 200-lb wood/metal chair he’d made, complete with arm and leg restraints, muzzle, etc. The chair was inside a room that he’d completely soundproofed to muzzle screams and whatnot, with a stereo running full blast to be on the safe side, where he’d planned for god only knows what kind of horrors to transpire. Incredibly, she somehow managed to worm her way out of the chair and escape a few hours later while he was gone, before something REALLY bad happened.
This being a smallish town, not only did I know the guy (and had met the victim once or twice), but another friend of mine had actually helped him build the soundproof room (under the pretense that it was going to be a home recording studio). And yet another (female) friend had even given him a KEY to her apartment so he could tape soccer matches with her VCR. Needless to say, she got her locks changed pretty fast, especially since he’s still on the lam. (Though it’s believed he fled to South America.)
- And another jilted-lover story: the summer I graduated from high school the girlfriend of one of my acquaintances secretly found out he was cheating on her. So she lured him out into the desert one evening, and put on a blindfold to give him a surprise…the ‘surprise’ being that she slit his neck with a knife and left him for dead. Luckily he managed to stumble, half-dead from blood loss, to a house a few hundred yards away and get help in time to save his life.
Whee - what a fun society we live in.
He lives in Seattle and his nextdoor neighbor was really good friends with Bundy. They would sometimes have barbeques and invite my uncle(Ted was there). He met him around 10 times.
My aunt always said he didn’t like the look in his eyes.
Then Ted got caught, you know the rest.
There was a guy that I went to college with. We spent a lot of time partying together. A few years after he graduated (circa 1991)he showed up in the news. One Sunday morning his wife had gone out for doughnuts, and never come back. For some reason the story catches the local media’s attention, and the whole community comes out to help look for the missing woman (this happened in Dallas, so it’s not like it was unheard of to have some one dissapear). Anyway, about a week later the downstairs neighbors smell something strange, and call the cops. You guessed it, they find his wife’s body wrapped up in sheets and stuffed in a closet. They said he’d smothered her with a pillow while she slept. They gave the motive as professional jealousy (they were both accountants). He’s sentenced to 40 years in Huntsville.
The weird thing is, a mutual friend of ours and he had been at a carnival or state fair a few years before, and a palm reader had told him that he would die in prison. She had also told him the she knew about something he and another friend had done as children. The mututal friend said the guy turned white as a sheet, snatched his hand away and said “That’s enough!!!”. Kinda makes you wonder what else he’d done, huh?
My next door neighbors, whom my family had always thought were kind of weird, committed double suicide about seven years ago. When I say weird, I mean we were strongly suspicious that they were on some rather heavy drugs. On the thirtieth anniversary of their meeting, they went to a nice hotel in San Francisco, and he shot her and then himself.
This is an “after the fact” kind of thing, and I thankfully wasn’t acquainted with the criminal, but in high school I was friends with the two girls who were tied up and had watched their friend be abducted; shortly afterwards, she was murdered - I found a CNN article about the murderer’s trial. They had to testify in the trial during the year I was in school with them. It was terrible.
This was quite a little while ago, probably 6 or 7 years ago. A friend of mine was in a gang and he and his buddies went out for the night. He thought they were going to go to some street races, maybe get high and/or drunk and then go home. Well they pulled up to a house and my friend asked what was going on. The driver of the car said they needed to pick someone up. That was when my friend saw the passenger up front pull a gun out from under the seat and load it. Then the passenger got out of the car, walked up to the door and knocked three times. When the door was open maybe three inches the passenger shot 3 times into the door and ran back to the car. My friend got arrested the next day and was sent to juvie for accessory to murder. He got out and turned states evidence since they couldn’t really get him with much and they were more concerned with getting the actual killer convicted.
As an interesting, but sad, side note it turns out the guy that was murdered in fact the wrong guy. They were not even at the right house of the person they were trying to kill. Just some innocent guy who opened his door at 10 PM died for no reason. My friend has since gotten out of the gang and does not talk to those people anymore.
-N
I’ll share the details of only the relatives I know who commit unforgivable crimes.
My grandfather molested, abused and otherwise injured every one of his ten children. His mother-in-law did as well, to the point that they both had problems conceiving (one was rendered sterile). We’re talking scissors (inside the girls), knitting needles, pencils . . . I don’t know what she did to the boys. We think she was abused by her four older, alcoholic brothers. She also poisoned her only daughter (other babies died due to miscarriages) with formaldehyde. Fortunately didn’t kill her. By the way, same great-grandmother lived in the same house as her ten grandchildren.
My grandmother (same side of the family) didn’t do much that I know of, but she did allow it to happen.
Grandfather also had an illegitimate child while he was engaged to my grandmother . . . child by a black maid. He never acknowledged this child to the family much, that I know of, child didn’t visit too many times. The only thing he did (thank God) was to send occasional child support payments. This is the same man who helped found a church and school. The Lord alone knows what he did to the kids there.
This is just the relatives I know of who are dead now.
90 percent of this stuff came out shortly before my grandmother died, during flashbacks, and after she died. So, for example, my aunt/godmother lived in the same house as the man who molested and abused her. I don’t know how long it went on. The fact that it happened is enough.
God… this could be long…
I knew Glen Crosley, who was responsible for the death of the swimmer Victor Davis. Glen was a friend of a friend. One who I stopped hanging with when he hooked up with Glen, who I didn’t like.
My childhood friend, opted for a life of crime. Last I heard of him, he was running H across the border.
When I was younger, and living in the ‘slums’ there was a murder at a nearby convenience store. The clerk was beaten to death in the beer fridge. Turns out the perp was living down the hall from me. They caught him… how? Get this, he couldn’t open the safe, so he lugged it back to his apartment and was using it, (still unopened) as a stand for his TV. Idiot.
Actually that apartment complex had more crime in it that you could shake a stick at… mainly because the stick would be stolen before you had time to shake it at anything.
I met a blond gay guy one time. he told me he once had a deaf lover [guy]. I asked him what happened to him & he said that he was one of Jeffrey Dahlmers victims.
I went to church with a girl whose mother strangled to death with a pair of pantyhose. It turned out that the father had done it to collect insurance money.
The sister of a friend of mine in jr. high school was kidnapped, raped, and murdered. They found the little girl’s body behind a school portable a few days before school was to start.
The husband of an internet friend of mind was recently arrested in Mississippi for the abduction and murder of a teenage waitress. My friend has children and can’t understand how should could’ve been married to him and not know he was capable of this type of thing.
My grandmother was killed by her jilted lover. He went in to where she worked and shot her. He was sentenced to 20 years in prison and got out early for good behavior. My father saw him years later. He chased him down the street. My dad says he still doesn’t know if he was going to kick his ass or shake his hand.
my former math teacher from high school (i just graduated) is at this moment missing without a trace. he took his boat and his car and nothing is known about his whereabouts. but he is not the victim … ooooh noooooo. he molested his darling little granddaughter! makes you rethink all those “rumours” you just brushed off in high school about the girls he used to mess with <shudder> i’m just glad i never went to the study group parties at his house.
…have any thing to write here.Things can really change in a day.
Yesterday about this time the sweet young guy that bags groceries for me at the local food chain brutally murdered his 10 year old sister and decapitated her body.She was my daughters best friend and today was the first day of school.She was to be in my daughters class.We had heard last night that a child had been killed 2 blocks over,but i didn’t really believe it.The kids that told my kids are notorious for telling awful tales to scare the other children.But it was true.My husband heard about it at work and then had to pass the crimescene to get home.
It wasn’t until this morning as we were getting ready for the bus that my older daughter came in and told her sister that the kid that had been killed was her best friend Rachel.
We spent the morning in with grief counselors,it has been a very bad first day of school,to say the least.
The 17 year old was suffering from mental illness.It’s believed that he had stopped taking his medication.His sister often said that he was the best big brother in the world.And I believe that he loved her,too.
This post is dedicated to the memory of
Rachel Peterson 1990-2000.
sortwicked, that is so tragic. My sympathies are with you and your family.
Damn, I’m crying. What a terrible story.
I know several. The first one I knew wasn’t the actual perpetrator but was there in some capacity. Do you guys remember hearing of King Royal Circus? It was the circus that had its elephants stampede the audience injuring and killing some kids. My friend, Kristine, was in that circus. I went to school with her and she was my best friend at the time.
I also knew a guy who we called Der Polack. We were bastard children so that is not important. He had the most fucked up childhood I have ever seen or heard of. He tried to pay me $100 to kill his father which I wouldn’t accept. Anyway, one day I was over at his house with my ex-friend Neil (he is now a heroine junky. I will talk of him next) and Der Polack’s youngest sister who was around 2 or 3 at the time came up to us and said, “Daddy was up to here in me last night,” pointing to her belly button. Yes, you guessed it, the bastard (Der Polack’s father) had been raping her. We talked to him about it after we left and he said that his father had been doing it since shortly after she was born and that she had started to like it. I called child welfare (I was 16) and they said that they had been looking into it for some time and thanks for my concern. I didn’t know what else to do. He was later thrown into prison on several varying charges.
Neil, my ex-friend current heroine junky, has done many things to pay for his fix. I talked to him one day and he said that him and his girlfriend could pay for heroine through a barter system. They would go in and steal baby formula, diapers, cigarettes, etc and trade them for heroine. It is quite scary. He cleaned out both of his grandmothers, his little brother, his mother, his father, and a couple of other various relatives to support his habit. Two of the guys that were his friends whom I also knew made the front page of the cities newspapers when they went out and murdered a few cops. They were real bastards too. I have forgotten their names now since they were really on minor acquantances. I would say hi to them when I saw them but never much more than that. Neil knew them much better.
There are several others but I don’t feel like sharing them now.
HUGS!
Sqrl
Thanks for the kind words,Kyla.This is the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through with one of my children.I need all the emotional support I can get.