People Who Have Known Murderers Share What, If Any, Red Flags They Saw Ahead Of Time

They Knew That Twitch In His Eye Was Up To No Good

“A high school acquaintance’s dad came home one day and killed his wife then shot himself on the front lawn. I heard the shots. I had met the dad maybe once or twice prior, and you could tell he just wasn’t all there… He was, I don’t know, twitchy? Like when he was contemplating something his eyes would bug out of his head and dart all over the room instead of just staring off into space like the majority of people do. When you asked him a question, it would be like you were startling him. He acted a lot like a tweaker, but we knew he didn’t do illegal substances.

The warning signs were all there. The mom/wife was always quiet and never made eye contact with anyone. The kids lied about stupid stuff at school just to get someone to pay attention to them for a little bit. From what I’ve heard they’re doing better now with coping about their lost parents.”

If Only His Mother Had Been Around

“My cousin always had problems. His mother abandoned him for several years when he was young, and his father was old school ‘spare the rod, spoil the child’ in a borderline abusive way. He got into illegal substances early and showed signs of psychosis as early as his late teens after he began using prescriptions. He began to talk about scenarios like he was the reincarnation of our dead grandfather’s soul and he was going to come ‘collect’ our still living grandmother.

When he began doing smack, he stole from his mother and stepfather. When I was 14, he gave me acid and told me it was just like grass. He was never violent but inappropriate with boundaries like breaking into family members’ houses without asking while they weren’t home and just chilling there and other strange things like that. He rarely held down a job for more than a few months.

He cleaned up, had a baby, and got some health care a year or two back. We thought he was doing better, but he relapsed on smack and shot into a car with six people in it. He killed one woman and injured three.”

She Judged Only By Skin, Not Their Character

“Technically, my grandmother is a non-convicted murderer, and it was not remotely unexpected to any of us. She grew up in a farming family that provided known monetary support to the Klan, and with over 1,000 acres, much of it woodland, they hosted multiple Klan events, which allowed them to hide out from the cops when the crackdowns began. I know for a fact that the grandmother and her husband were in the Klan. They held multiple outdoor rallies behind the house I grew up in; there was a hill and a tree line blocking the five-acre field, one ‘tractor road’ in or out. There were also multiple lynchings held nearby, in the past, not during my lifetime. I loved growing up surrounded by oak and pine forests, but once I learned the history of this place, I never could shake it.

She is in her late 80s, incredibly racist, cruel, hateful, and frequently exhibits psychopathic symptoms by mocking the suffering of anyone she deems ‘inferior.’

A few years ago she was driving to a church meeting around sunset, and killed a 90-year-old African American man by hitting him with her car, more than once. She claimed he was lying in the road, but that was a lie, though he was walking in the middle of it, and that she thought he ‘was a trash bag.’ Upon impact, she then backed up over him in her truck, with front and back tires.

Notably, she avoided ALL criminal charges, she even kept her license, yes, she is still driving to this day. This did happen in North Carolina, This is a small community, population wise. Almost all former smoke farmers or current/former dairy farmers, one winery, a few vegetable farms. Even though she avoided criminal charges, she did, however, lose a civil case, and said the following as she left the courtroom ‘Killing a [racial epithet] didn’t use to be so expensive.’

I am sorry that all of this is a true story, growing up next to her was as terrible as you would expect, and I got out as soon as humanly possible.”

She Was Always Terrified For Her Life

“I have two experiences.

1) My freshman year we were held on lockdown for three hours due to a boy bringing a weapon to school. He had murdered his parents the night before and another student at two different locations and intended to take out all of his friends and ex-girlfriend before killing himself. He told the police that he was only going to kill his friends, so they didn’t have to hurt after he died. It was all over the ex-girlfriend. She told him she was pregnant to get money from him and told her boyfriend (the boy he killed) that it was his. She moved several states away after it happened. It’s still an open case because there apparently may have been other people involved due to evidence that the boy was dragged out of his house (there were scratch marks on the doorframe and spent shells through his yard, leading into the woods where he was found). The school still tries to say it was a suicide despite the police saying otherwise.

2) The boy did not commit murder, but I need to share because my school handled it so poorly. I was in a long-term relationship in high school. I broke up with the boy my senior year and began talking to someone else. Being in ROTC meant I had many male friends who were rather close, one of them being a fellow who asked me to prom. I declined, saying that I was going with the other guy and then he got huffy but seemed fine. The next day he showed me a picture of the pig he killed with a sledgehammer and said it was nothing personal and that he had to get it out of his system so he ‘wouldn’t make a mistake.’ School administration said I was overreacting and that he’s a ‘good boy.’ They wouldn’t even let me switch class hours despite being terrified.”

The Moment He Was A Nice, Loving Father, They Knew Something Was Wrong

“My paternal grandparents died in a murder-suicide. My grandfather shot my grandmother in their kitchen and then went outside and hanged himself on a tree, and my father discovered them when he got home from school.

This all happened before I was born and my father’s side of the family wasn’t involved in my life until I was an adult. I first heard about this from my mother when I was probably about 13; she told me that my father told her this, but that she didn’t know whether or not it was true (my dad, apparently, was a compulsive liar). However, when I got in touch with my half-sibling and my father’s siblings, they confirmed it. This happened in the late 1950s. According to them, my grandfather was always a moody person. He would go days at a time not speaking to anyone and do nothing but drink alone; he hated it when anyone would try to bother him or talk to him. My grandmother was meek, a bit of a shut-in, and while she was more affectionate to the family than my grandfather she also pretty much kept to herself and didn’t do anything more than she had to for the kids. My father’s siblings told me that there was domestic violence in their relationship and that the most emotion they ever saw my grandfather show was when he was screaming at/hitting my grandmother. She would try to get him to eat dinner or ask him for money to go grocery shopping or something small, and he’d just snap, grab her and shake her, and start screaming at her about why she wouldn’t just leave him alone.

The day the murder-suicide happened my father’s siblings told me it was strange. My grandfather joined them for breakfast before it was time for them to go to school, which was odd because he never ate meals with them and they remember specifically that he thanked my grandmother when she put his plate down. He then walked with them to the bus stop and watched them get on the bus, waving at them as it left. They’ve told me that that’s what they remember the most about that day, how nice and attentive he was because it was so out of the ordinary.

They’ve all said that they think he already knew what he was going to do that morning when they left for school. One of my father’s sisters told me that it wasn’t even shocking that he would kill himself or their mother and that the only thing surprising about it was that she never thought he’d shoot her. She always thought he’d end up strangling her to death or going too far while he was shaking her and ‘bash her head into a wall or something.’”

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