Police are investigating a homicide in my apartment complex. Her body was found in her apartment this morning, an hour or so after I walked right past her front door. She was probably already dead in there, killed while I slept,maybe 200 feet away…
Twenty years ago, I was awakened in the night by gunshots, when a man shot and killed a woman in her kitchen, about 100 feet from my bedroom window.
Those are the only ones I can think of.
A woman was stabbed to death by her boyfriend a block away from me.
I didn’t see anything but the emergency vehicles afterwards.
A drug dealer was killed in the basement apartment beneath mine, but I didn’t live there at the time.
Yes, I live in Chicago. Why do you ask?
The Russell Street Bombing was a Block and a bit away from me while I was working on homework. By the time I went downsatirs to take my assignment in, my street was closed off.
(That wikipedia article doesn’t communicate how contentious and significant it is to have a bomb go of ine centre of your city, even one that only kills one person.)
I saw the police shoot a guy.
Homicide - human kills another, including lawful situations.
I had a summer job where I lived in an apartment above a hardware store and one day the street door to the apartment was blocked off by police tape on the sidewalk. That was only an attempted murder (stabbing), though.
A guy was about to be arrested so he drove through the fenced yards to escape. In the process he ran over a child,accidentally, but in a way he had to have known that people were in the yard and park,. the homocide. That was about 300 metres from where I slept, 10 houses down, and he then drove down the street just 30 metres from my window as he escaped. It could be said the escape was the murderous act… it continued on for intederminant distance as he drove away. Police gave up the chase at the first fence knocked down, as they had to attend to the injured and dying. As police were already on the scene they didn’t need a swarm of cars with sirens, so I didnt wake up at the time.
When I was staying in my brother-in-law’s apartment (he was away on vacation), I read that a teenage girl had just killed her mother using a hammer, on the same block, about 5 doors down. I didn’t tell my mom.
Pretty close (assisted on a forensic autopsy on a homicide victim in residency).
And quite a few homicide locations as a reporter.
When I was a kid growing up in a very small town in Indiana, I went with my friend for a weekend at his dad’s house in Indianapolis. They didn’t live in the best neighborhood in the city, and while playing basketball at the park, we saw a bunch of emergency vehicles fly by and head into a parking lot very close by.
Upon following them over there, we saw a car with the door open and a body sprawled halfway out of the car, covered in blood. Apparently he had been shot, and it certainly could have happened while we were basically next door shooting hoops.
I never told my parents, as I didn’t want to be banned from going back to Indy.
Attended a crime scene with an intern - double homicide, drug dealer dispute.
Detroit, 1980’s…picked my teenage brother up from his part-time job at a party store. Pulled up, he got in, we circled the block to stop at a light. At the intersection, which I had just passed, a man lay dead, shot in the head in the few minutes since I had been there.
Detroit…uh…a couple weeks ago. Passed a scene outside a strip mall. Investigators standing around a body in the parking lot. I don’t know for sure that it was a homicide, but it was midnight and the stores had all been closed for a few hours.
While visiting Mrs Iggy in Colombia for Christmas vacation a couple years ago I was close enough to hear the fatal shot. Kids had been shooting off fireworks in the neighborhood so I didn’t think much of it in the moment. A few seconds later a family member raced in and gave the news. The shooting was maybe 70 feet from me, on the other side of the adjoining house.
My earliest memory is watching a girl’s throat being cut. For a very long time, I thought it was an especially graphic movie scene that I was remembering, but eventually I learned it was an actual murder I had unfortunately witnessed.
I used to be close friends with a guy whose cousin was murdered and (presumably) eaten by Jeffrey Dahmer.
There was a murder at a bus stop near my house, but I wasn’t home. A guy a couple of blocks from me nailed all the doors in his house shut and set it on fire, killing his wife. There have been a couple other murders within a few blocks of my house over the years, but the one that is closest to me is that my sister’s ex-boyfriend threatened her once, we called the police and he went away; within a year he had murdered his current girlfriend and is serving a life sentence for it.
Pretty sure the definition of homicide is limited to unlawful killings.
Don’t be so sure. 
I wasn’t there when it happened, but I’m kinda think that the tenant who lived in my apartment when I was in law school immediately prior to me moving in was murdered there.
I was in my class for Criminal Law one day and searched the city’s police department site, where you could see crime reports for the past 3 years. There was an icon for homicide on the map very close, if not directly on, where I was living for the current year.
It made a certain discoloration on the carpet a little more noticeable and suspicious.
I don’t think there’s any sort of disclosure requirement for apartments / realtors, unless it’s specifically asked, but still, surely they’d replace the carpet, versus just cleaning it, so this belief may just be confirmation bias.
When I was a child in Killeen, TX a man killed his wife and kids several streets away from were we lived.
When I was a teen in Lawton, OK another man came home and shot his kids several streets behind us.
Several years ago were I currently live a woman was found dead in her mobile home. She had been dead for several days and there was suspicion her husband had killed her.
Does self-inflicted count?
Been dispatched to a number of those, including one where the adult son killed himself & he was caretaker for his elderly, invalid mother. She was alive when we got there & at the hospital, but didn’t last long after that.
Not that close, but…
I was working in a client’s 4th floor apartment late one afternoon. My client had left for an appointment, so I was alone. Apartment was an upscale suite, with a door that opened onto a big open space (atrium?); space was surrounded by balconies and all four floors of suites.
The quiet was suddenly shattered by a woman screaming. Not “Hey!” or “Omigod” yelling- it was full throated Faye Wray in King Kong screams. Only time in my life I’ve ever heard a scream like that in real life.
It lasted just a couple of moments, then all was quiet. I went out to the balcony, peered down into the common space- nothing happening. No other doors opening, nothing. I rather lazily figured somebody had seen a major spider or something, went back in to finish my job.
30 minutes later I left the apartment, went straight to the elevator without peeking over the balcony again. When the elevator doors opened on ground floor, at least a dozen cops were milling around one of the units. They looked over and glanced at me, turned back to their work, so I went on my way. The next day I called my client to find out what had happened.
One of the units was for sale, and a realtor had made an appointment to meet a potential buyer for a walk-through. Realtor female, client male. She led the way into the apartment, and the next thing she knew there was something around her neck- he was strangling her with a stocking or something. She struggled violently enough to make them both fall to the floor, breaking her ankle but also making him lose his grip on her. She instantly screamed, he fled the scene. Her injuries were the broken ankle and emotional trauma. Could’ve been a whole lot worse.
The attacker was thoughtful enough to have given her his phone number, Police grabbed him the next day.
Watching the news on TeeVee, and a story came up about a murder-suicide. Off-duty Sheriff’s Deputy (female) was home with her boyfriend, a fellow Deputy. IIRC, they were in bed. The woman’s ex-boyfriend, yet another Deputy, barged in (presumably), fatally shot the other two before killing himself.
At this point the TV news gave us an exterior shot of the house, which I instantly recognized because just a few months before it had belonged to my best friend. I’d been there dozens of times.
Hope you’re not too disappointed with my pathetic contribution.