25 Gruesome Real-Life Stories About Encountering A Corpse

22. “I came home and discovered the bodies of my husband and son from a murder-suicide.”

I came home and discovered the bodies of my husband and son from a murder-suicide.

I knew something was wrong when I opened the apartment door, because usually my son would be greeting me, crawling on the floor (he was 2) and it was totally quiet and I hadn’t had any responses from texts from my husband.

They were lying side by side on our bed. My initial reaction was “Okay…you don’t know yet.” I started moving toward my son, just enough to see that his chest wasn’t moving. I started shaking, looked around briefly for a note with some sort of explanation, couldn’t find one and decided that I would be better off not touching anything.

I ran out of my apartment and into the hallway and called 911. I sat down on the floor and just wailed into the phone until emergency services showed up. I just sat there, staring ahead of me unable to respond. After I don’t know how long a paramedic came out and asked if I was okay. I asked “Are they gone?” and he nodded, and said, “Yeah…”

There aren’t really words to describe the shock and grief. There was also the big question of, “Now what?”—what do I do with my life? My whole planned future was nulled in the space of about 10 minutes.

23. “In the basement.”

One day I woke up around midday, everything was perfectly normal I knew my mom was gone for the day, I went to the living room expecting to see my dad but he wasn’t home as well. I noticed a note on the dinner table saying: “In the basement”, nothing more was written on that note, I knew my dad wrote that note because I recognized his handwriting. The first few seconds I saw the note I thought it was weird, saying only: “In the basement.” …

I decided to check the basement. I took my keys, went down the elevator, walked down a staircase (the one that brings you to the basement). … I walked to our storage box, opened the door, and a split second I thought my dad was just sitting there, but then I saw the rope around his neck, my heart started pumping like crazy, and the feeling I got is indescribable, the first thing I did was checking his pulse, when I touched his neck I felt that he was cold, that was the real moment I realized he was gone, I started crying and screamed “Why?” I hugged him, closed the door, and called my mom to tell her what happened….

This has happened 1 month ago, I have trouble sleeping, mainly because I keep seeing him hanging there in my head, I get angry very quickly and I feel like I’m not the same as I was before all this happened.

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