32 People Describe The Grisly Horror Of Seeing Someone Get Murdered
"All I remember is watching the police pull up to our house, come inside, and shoot my father."
1. All I remember is watching the police pull up to our house, come inside, and shoot my father.
“When I was four, someone called the police for a domestic dispute coming from our address. No dispute going on. All I remember is watching the police pull up to our house, come inside, and shoot my father. No one’s ever given me the details of what really happened that day…but I’ve grown up dealing with PTSD. A less intense form of it, usually showing up with my depressive episodes and OCD. Seeing something like that as a child never really goes away….Well, my family went into a million-dollar lawsuit with my town’s police force and lost. My grandparents lost their entire life’s savings trying to prove my father was innocent. I’m 20 years old now and still trying to piece together what I can about what happened. In short, evidence was corrupt and they did indeed get away with it.”
2. I looked through the back of the bus at the now-empty street and saw his body lying in the gutter, gushing blood down the street.
“I saw a few shootings when I lived around Guatemala City. I’m not sure exactly which ones were fatalities except for one. I was standing in a city bus looking out the window at the passengers boarding when I saw a hand press a gun into a guy’s temple just a few feet from me and shoot him. Everyone scattered and the bus took off. I looked through the back of the bus at the now-empty street and saw his body lying in the gutter, gushing blood down the street.”
3. Back in 1996 I was in Russia watching a guy bash a girl’s head with a rock until her skull exploded.
“Back in 1996 I was in Russia watching a guy bash a girl’s head with a rock until her skull exploded. I was a kid, around 12 years old, hanging around the small thug group, the guy was a small time thug a bit older than me (everyone was tho). her skull exploded and her brains and blood splattered across the asphalt. Others were standing in the circle, about 12 people, watching how it would end. I was watching with sort of morbid curiosity, cuz I have never seen inside of a human before. Death was commonplace in Russia back then, so no one was really moved by it. She was killed because she was the girlfriend of a guy, then cheated on him, and gave him HIV. In the end, he died like in a couple of months in some gunfight, I think. No one called the police as well then, for some weird reason.”
