Even the safest seeming places aren't immune from crime. Sometimes the quiet, upscale neighborhoods are the ones hiding the darkest secrets.
*Content Warning: This article contains mention/descriptions of heinous crimes including murder, school shootings, and assault.*
Reddit user u/eluey asked:
Very bourgeois family of five goes missing in a quiet neighbourhood of Nantes, France. A few days later, police finally digs under the terrace and finds the body of the wife plus the four kids. Father is missing.
This was one of the top crime stories in France in 2011, mostly because of the family's background--catholic, private school, old money, etc. I must have walked past the house a hundred of times and I'm still shocked no one heard anything. It's a city house, so semi-detached, and it's a busy street.
The father, obviously the top suspect, is still missing by the way.
Someone poisoned like 20% of the dogs in my neighborhood. Injected gasoline into hotdogs then threw it over fences. Almost got my neighbor's dog but they got it out of their system before it was completely digested.
The Abbotsford killer. He kidnapped two girls, beat and killed one of them, and the other one barely escaped with her life. He remained unidentified for months, while taunting the police with his crime, but was caught through voice recognition. His mom heard the voice tapes, and called the police on her own son.
The school shooting today. A mile from my house. Nice safe neighborhood.
A follow up-Last night our kids were released from the meet-up point (Central Park) and are home safely. I can't imagine being the parent of one of the kids that won't be coming home.
Same, Saugus was my high school too. F*cked up.
Me too neighbor. Our town really is super safe so this was a shocker.
Maybe a year or two ago, a body was found buried in the backyard of a house on the nice side of town. The victim was in his early 20s, didn't have a record, and according to close family/friends no one knew why this would have happened. Turns out, he had gotten hooked on meth. He was with his friend and his friend's girlfriend when he overdosed and instead of calling an ambulance or the cops, they decided to burn the body and bury him in the yard to hide the evidence. Weirdly enough, my dad is coworkers with the girlfriend's mom.
God I know several people who've died from overdoses because people were too scared to call 911. In fact I one time had to make that decision while giving mouth to mouth to my friend. I thankfully did call and he was Narcaned and saved. Now it's possible he would've been fine, the situation was chaotic enough it's been unclear if he would've died without first responders, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat. It was a real decision though because I was in a state I was unfamiliar with and with the laws there as well. Thankfully it was a state that won't prosecute you for calling 911 and the cops were very nice about it. But we really need to stop prosecuting people for accidental ODs and then publicize that fact heavily. You can't get help for your addiction if you're dead.
Another one, a girl I went to high school with was taken from a bar in her college town, assaulted, beaten, and choked by a guy. He shoved her into a container and took a Lyft to his grandparent's house to stow the body away in a shed. She wasn't dead when he left the body. She slowly suffocated to death in the container. Sadly, she had tried to text her friends beforehand to ask for help but of the two people she chose, one was asleep and the other's phone had died.
Did I mention he had his cousin help move the container? He had no clue there was a body in it. Imagine hearing about that after the fact, that you helped a murderer. Messed up. And an addition, for everyone asking, the murderer was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. He pleaded guilty to tampering with evidence and transporting a body, but not the murder. The jury took less than 2 hours to come to the conclusion that he was guilty on all counts.
This is the organization that the family created in her name. They go around cities and give out these things called Blessing Bags. They give them out to the homeless, something that she used to do in her free time. Feel free to donate or volunteer at a city near you! I'm not sure if they go much farther west than Ohio, but when I volunteered, it was the best time of my life.
There was a double homicide and suicide in a house 2 blocks away from my house and across from the public library. Bad stuff, an axe and shotgun were used.
The weirder part is that house recently sold for 4 times as much as any other house around it.
Double homicide. All the kids in the neighborhood walked by the house to the school bus stop while the killer was still inside and the daughter was on death's door.
Early weekday morning, neighbor goes out to get the newspaper and comes back but doesn't quite shut the door behind her. A man, who lives in the neighborhood with his parents, walks in with a knife and stabs and slashes her throat. He surprises the husband coming down the stairs to her gurgling and stabs him several times before slicing his throat. Their daughter is at the top of the stairs getting ready for school. He slashes her throat. Almost an hour passes as he searches for money in the house and keys to the nightclub the couple own.
Outside, kids are walking by to the school bus stop at the front of the neighborhood, including myself and my brother. Everyone finds it a bit strange that the obnoxious yellow hummer that is too big for the garage is still there. It's always gone this time of day. He waits until the school bus picks up kids and then takes the hummer to the nightclub.
School tries to call wondering why the daughter hasn't shown up. Girl picks up the phone but she can't talk. Someone checks and finds the scene. The mother and father are dead. But the girl survives.
The guy is easily caught (he's driving an easily identifiable yellow hummer 2 ffs as his getaway) and tries to say he was forced to do it by a gang. Suddenly almost everyone in the neighborhood has a story about how big a creep he had been, started random arguments, never cleaned up after his dog when taking it for walks in the morning in the neighborhood.
The girl came back to school to visit her friends a few months later, but moved in with her uncle and aunt out of town. The killer's parents were mortified and were a wreck about it.
My school town, small population, touristy and famed for being a beautiful destination, full of old people who retired and families raising kids in the countryside, has the record of the longest prison sentence served before the 'perpetrator' was found innocent. That fancy house and clifftop shots in Pride and Prejudice? That's the area.
A young woman was found beaten with an axe handle in a churchyard, dying later, in the mid seventies. A seventeen year old groundskeeper, with a reading age of eleven and severe learning difficulties was found covered in blood after finding her and shaking her. In a nine hour interrogation, without any legal aid or his parents, he signed a confession of murder, aided by an eyewitness and a forensic believing the blood patterns matched him being the attacker. He moved prison eight times, facing assault from other inmates for his 'crime'.
27 years later, the teenage eyewitness also revealed she saw the victim unharmed at the same time, couldn't have seen anything behind a bank of trees, and was very short sighted. A journalist claimed evidence was burned, buried, linking the case to the yorkshire ripper, and a bloody palm print on the murder weapon was found not to match the perpetrator.
Thirty years and he's out with a new life and a wad of cash, but learning this in secondary school was a huge shock to me, our town is so peaceful, kind and friendly.
Lived in a safe and quiet neighborhood in rural Arkansas.
I mowed lawns for money and played with the other neighborhood kids.
One day I came home from school, and my mother wouldn't let me leave the yard.
Turns out, a man four houses up from ours murdered his wife and buried her in the back yard.
They only found her because neighborhood dogs kept digging at the same spot in his back yard, where the corpse was.