like **Qadgop the Mercotan ** I have, as a nurse, met/cared for several people convicted as murderers. Unrelated to my professional life, a child who went school with my children and I spoke to many times was a major player in a horrific murder.
I was out in the yard with my boys when this happened. We lived close enough to clearly hear the screaming.
A cousin of mine was murdered by her boyfriend who then committed suicide by cop. I only met her once or twice though, so I don’t know if that counts.
Also my dad’s a funeral director, so he’s had some stories. I remember him telling me about one funeral he did when I was just a baby: a two-year-old boy who was beaten to death by his mother. He said he had to leave the room at one point when the police escorted her to the funeral in shackles.
I once bought a house from a guy who, later, killed his wife, mutilated her body, wrapped her in a sheet, and set the house on fire. Got life. I used to get his Independent Trucker magazines, but thought forwarding them to him would be adding insult to injury.
i used to be a cop. I’ve seen more than one homicide scene; a couple of them were gruesome enough to give me bad dreams for a while.
Two of my friends worked for Cantor Fitzgerald in the World Trade Center on 9-11.
3 blocks from ground zero on 9/11.
Shit, if I had bothered to read your post first like I should have, I wouldn’t have wasted everyone’s time with mine.
I live about 150 yards from where a woman was killed in the early hours of Jan 1, 2012. As it turns out, her killer lived about 150 yards in another direction.
I was (unknowingly) in an apartment with the victim’s corpse and her murderer. A guy I causally knew in our apartment complex came over and said he got into a fight with his girlfriend and she went home to her parents. He asked me if I would take him to the pawn shop so he get rid of a bunch of stuff and get a bus ticket back to Chicago (this was in Henderson Nevada.)
I brought my car over to his apartment and he started bringing out stuff for the pawn shop. He was slow, so I walked into the apartment to ask him if he wanted help carrying the stuff out. He freaked out and said that he could do it. I later found out that he was nervous because his girlfriend’s body was in the bedroom, wrapped in sheets, garbage bags, and duct tape. They found her two weeks later, after the power (and, of course, the air conditioning he had as cool as possible,) was turned off due to lack of payment.
Until a friend sent me a newspaper clipping showing he was arrested in Florida (not Chicago, and his real name wasn’t what he went by either,) I had occasional nightmares about the whole experience.
Helpful tip. If you live in an apartment and don’t own a car, don’t murder somebody unless you have a body disposal plan in place
Wrong. The two posts fit each other.
I was 26, my girlfriend was married & had three little children, she was aware that her husband was doing too much cocaine, to the point that his personality was changing. He was becoming angry & resentful . She invited me over for dinner as husband was working out of town & would be home late. He arrived home obviously drunk. They tried to quietly fight in the bedroom, the last thing he wanted to hear was how irresponsible he was. They were having financial problems. He stormed out of the room & the house. To return 20 min later my friend & I sitting in the living room, the children were in bed. He raised a gun to his head & fired~~~
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when I was 17 my girlfriend & I were fishing at the river bottoms in Yuba City Calif. casting my hook it snagged in a huge bush behind us, upon walking up to the bush I was knocked over by an awful smell, there was a nude, beaten to death woman thrown into this bush, I cut my line & my friend & I ran to our truck and drove to police station
I’ve been within a block or two of murders fairly often as I live in the “interesting” part of Surrey BC Canada. Lovely place, until recently, the car theft Capitol of North America.
I knew a murderer and a victim. The murderer was an ex boyfriend of a good friend of mine. He had enough of his stepfather one day and went after him with a knife. His mom got between them and he killed her accidentally, then finished off the stepfather. I hadn’t seen him for a while and heard about it on the radio.
About the same time, a good friend was killed by the police about an hour after he left our place. The cop was badly in the wrong and it went to court.
Another good friend went to school with Clifford Olson!
I was in the military, nuff said.
My 18 year old daughter was murdered in 1991.
Know a couple of perpetrators and a few victims but was not physically near the events.
Almost a victim because at the end of my first marriage the wife had a loaded, cocked revolver pressed against my chest with her finger on the trigger. She is a hot tempered Cuban refugee.
Only civilian situation where it was that physically close, the shot not taken.
Other bullets around during my life but no damage, not all aimed at me but a lot of people are really bad shots.
The county’s first reported homicide this year took place in an apartment about 500 feet from where I’m sitting. The accused had also been involved in at least three other violent crimes since 2010 before going at it with his roommate.
I had gone out for an errand shortly after the police started investigating and they were still there, presumably conducting interviews, when I returned. Was really strange waiting for the bus with the police rushing around, weapons drawn.
Also, I was on the steps of the US Capitol during that shooting incident in the summer of 1998 when a deranged guy tried to take out Tom DeLay and ended up killing two Capitol Police Officers. National tragedies just naturally seem to gravitate towards me, I guess.