16 People’s Stories Of Being Neighbors With A Murderer

13.“He murdered his business partner who was going to turn him over to authorities.”

My parents owned apartments and we became very good friends with a couple that was raising their granddaughter. We would spend almost every weekend, vacations and even holidays with them.

The grandfather was very Mafia-esque. He always “had a friend” or “knew a guy” for any little thing we ever needed. He drank more vodka than anyone I’ve ever met. Also on paper they didn’t have a lot of money, but they always had a ton of expensive things..

Anyway, about 10 years ago he murdered his business partner who was going to turn him over to authorities because he had been embezzling a lot of money from the company. He tried to destroy the evidence by throwing it in the river, I think it was a hammer and gloves. It was winter. There was ice. Evidence found. He’s in his 70s in prison for life.

I was pretty shocked, he was a nice guy, very family oriented and sooo loyal to anyone he knew. I was not surprised to hear he had been drinking before it happened which could have led to harming someone because he probably felt at the end of his rope. I just couldn’t imagine him killing someone, never got the murder vibe, but I guess alcohol and bad situations could lead someone to do terrible things…

14.“He seemed like a fairly good kid, too.”

I had a neighbor, Josh (he was 20 at the time) who killed his infant child by shaking it to death. He then tried to cover it up by saying the child was sleeping and gave it back to the mother, who eventually found out that it was dead and called police. I don’t think he did it intentionally, but he covered it up and made it look really bad. He seemed like a fairly good kid, too.

That family had the worst of luck. Josh’s little sister died when he was 15 and she was 12, she was fell off of a float during a parade and was run over and killed. About two weeks after the daughter’s death, the father had begun drinking heavily to try and ease the pain. One night after a few drinks, the father crashed his motorcycle and became paralyzed from the waist down. I felt to badly for the whole family.