22 Relatives Of Murderers Talk About The Red Flags Present

22 Relatives Of Murderers Talk About The Red Flags Present

22 Relatives Of Murderers Talk About The Red Flags Present

When someone commits a murder, your thoughts typically turn to the perpetrator and the victim, not the murderer’s family members. Yet often relatives of murderers notice red flags before the incident ever occurs, and are left wondering if they could have acted sooner. Due to familial loyalty or maybe unconditional love, people may choose to ignore signs their family member is a killer. Around their families, a serial killer can appear normal, thereby negating any red flags their relatives may notice about them. If their facade comes crashing down, some murderers kill their family members out of spite or a mental break.

Sharing warning sings of murderous family members isn’t exactly easy to do, but Reddit gives relatives the chance to tell their tales anonymously. As these relatives of murderers run through red flags, you’ll find some of these cases include twist endings you never saw coming. But at the heart of it all, most of these relatives never quite foresaw these scenarios either.

    • They Knew Something Was Wrong, But Acted Too Late

      From Redditor /u/Foopacc:

      “My younger brother snapped and killed my mother and himself. He also tried and failed to go after my sisters, who were in the house at the time.

      Our entire family suffers from some degree of mental disorder. He was the one who suffered the most from it, and in retrospect there were a lot of things that could have prevented what happened. Our dad ended up offing himself after he turned abusive towards our mom and she moved to get a divorce. We were all pretty young, and my brother was only two so he grew up without a father. Mom always had to work to provide for all of us, so we were left to our own devices for the most part.

      My sisters and I would always treat him pretty poorly; it started off as just being directed towards the youngest sibling, and grew from there into us always having a strained relationship. My youngest sister always got into spats with him, and both would always instigate arguments with one another. In time he ended up growing isolated, and was always the odd one out. He was hard to get along with, and inherited our dad’s short temper and stubbornness.

      When puberty hit, his mental health got worse. He became more and more argumentative, and he became louder and more threatening. At one point my mom ended up committing him to a children’s psych ward for a time. She was convinced that my father suffered from schizophrenia, and that my brother had inherited that. In retrospect, I think it was truly a combination of anxiety, depression, and ADHD, all exacerbated by his upbringing.

      Some time passed, and at one point my mom found that someone had broke into our basement. Nothing was stolen, but that was incentive enough for her to purchase a gun for self-defense. I don’t remember the details, but at one point she gave him access to the key to the gun safe and forgot to take it back. One night he was being incredibly hard to deal with, she was at work and he was texting her and being a d*ck. She made the mistake of texting him flat out that she was going to have to commit him again. I still don’t know why she made that decision. He had said before he would kill himself before going back.

      That night she went back home and everything was seemingly normal. At some point he brought the gun out of his room and shot and killed her in the kitchen. My sisters ran and hid in their rooms, locking the doors. He went upstairs to kill them as well, but tried and failed to shoot the locks (it was a .22 pistol, the door knobs were filled with holes, but he didn’t get in). I am still thankful that he gave up after failing to shoot them open; he could’ve have kicked open those doors with no trouble, but didn’t think to do so.

      One sister escaped out of her window, but slipped on her way off the roof and broke her back, leaving her a paraplegic. The other waited things out in her room until it was safe to leave and escape through the other sister’s bedroom. The police were already there at that point and brought her a ladder to get down safely.

      In the meantime, my brother had gone and shot himself in the bathroom. After some time, the SWAT team threw tear gas grenades through most of the windows and then breached the house, finding the bodies and bringing a close to the night’s violence.

      I was in my apartment in another town, away at college. I woke up that night to someone hammering on the apartment call button for my unit, but I ignored it as I figured it was one of my idiot friends. Then someone had let them into the building and I heard them hammering on my door. Imagine my surprise to find three police officers at my door in the middle of the night. I thought I was caught since my apartment reeked of marijuana and I’d just smoked a bowl earlier in the day.

      Turns out they weren’t there for the pot, but to tell me that my mom had died. They did not give me more details than that, not that my brother had died or that he was behind it all. My younger sister had told them not to fill me in all at once, as I had to make my way down and she was worried that I would be too emotionally charged to drive safely in the snow. In the end the police drove me to my friends’ house and they took me down to my home town, where I learned all the grisly details. I met with my younger sister and we stayed the night at her boyfriends’ family’s house. We laid in bed crying and talking until the sun came up, then we watched cartoons with the family’s dogs in a light-hearted moment amidst the turmoil.

      I think I’ll end the story there. There was a lot that could have changed the way things turned out, but of course that is all in hindsight. Life doesn’t allow us do-overs, so we’ve just had to keep moving forward with what has been handed to us.

      I know this will probably be buried, but I never catch these threads in time to do otherwise.”

    • He Exhibited Complete Control Over His Family

      From Redditor /u/violentre:

      “My uncle shot a man and had his children help drag the body to the mud so the pigs could eat it. The man kept hitting on my aunt and telling her ‘I’m going to kill your husband. You’ll be mine.’

      Now he’s on the run. The man he killed was an illegal immigrant which, I think, made it difficult for police to pursue the case or if people even reported the man missing. I’m not sure if the pigs ate him or not, I would assume so since I don’t think a body was ever found.

      I wouldn’t say there were huge red flags, but he would have my cousins and aunt steal from us whenever they would visit, likely a sign that his wife and children were to afraid to say no to him.

      With that said, he was super nice to us and it was pretty shocking to find out what he did.”

    • His Showed Signs Of Psychosis

      From Redditor /u/nocountryformen:

      “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 drugs very early and showed signs of psychosis as early as his late teens after he began using PCP. 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 meth he stole from his mother and stepfather. When I was 14 he gave me acid and told me it was just like weed (I was a sheltered kid). He was never violent, but super 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 meth and shot into a car with six people in it. He killed one woman and injured three.”

    • Her Bruises And Broken Bones Showed Something Was Wrong

      From Redditor /u/Neckrowties:

      “My dad’s maternal grandmother shot her husband in the forehead with a .22 long before I was born. The warning signs were her having bruises and the occasional broken bone.

      Apparently one day she was just waiting with the gun for him to get home all sh*t-faced and abusive. Fun fact: the round didn’t fully penetrate for whatever reason, so he ended up being in the hospital for a couple of days before he finally died. She ended up spending some time in the funny farm, and ended up baby sitting me when I was three or four-years-old. Upon asking my dad if that didn’t seem a little weird to him, he replied ‘Nah, she loved you to death, she wasn’t gonna hurt you… and nobody else was going to either,’ with a weird little cackle afterwards.”

    • He Wanted To “Kill Terrorists”

      From Redditor /u/dsddsdssssss:

      “My cousin killed one of his classmates some years ago.

      He always struggled socially, and did have some mental problems. For a year or so, he was taken away from normal school and put into a special program which he hated.

      But about a full year prior to the murder, he changed a lot. He was in his adolescent years, and his eyes were opened to all the terrors out in the world, wars and such. It bothered him a lot. He would often talk about these kind of things, about recent mass murders and such, tragedies. He hated it, and he really wanted to do something. That’s why he killed, he needed to know what it was like. He wanted to go and fight terrorists as soon as he finished school. He knew a classmate who walked through the woods on his way home, so he hid and waited for him, and jumped out and stabbed him as he walked past. He said he panicked when the victim started screaming, so he stabbed him over and over and over again.

      When he stabbed the guy, he panicked, because he had envisioned a swift stab and the dude falling to the ground, making no sound. The victim started screaming however, and my cousin ended up robbing a woman of her car at gun point, was seen doing so, and was caught.

      Following the arrest, the police announced they had been monitoring him, as he had contacted the police, requesting they ship him out to a country, can’t remember which, where he could fight terrorists. He contacted the police rather than the military, as he knew for sure there was no chance with his mental problems, plus he knew he would be required to go through training. He was also gay, and seeing the way gays were treated in different countries really angered him as well. He knew of several terrorist groups who specifically targeted gay people.”

    • Grandfather Was A Moody Guy

      From Redditor /u/LemonFake:

      “My paternal grandparents died in a murder-suicide. My grandfather shot my grandmother in their kitchen and then went outside and hung 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 (my mom divorced him when I was little and I never met him/talked to him, didn’t hear from my half-siblings and other people on that side until I was 18).

      I first heard about this from my mother when I was probably about 13. She said my father told her this but that she didn’t know whether or not it was true as my dad, apparently, was a compulsive liar. But when I got in touch with my half-sibling and my father’s siblings later on they confirmed it. This happened in the late 1950s.

      According to them my grandfather was always a very moody person. He would go days at a time not speaking to anyone and doing nothing but drinking alone, and he hated it when anyone would try to bother him or talk to him. My grandmother was very 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, that the most emotion they ever saw my grandfather show was when he was screaming at/hitting my grandmother. After 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 this happened my father’s siblings told me was very strange. My grandfather joined them for breakfast before it was time for them to go to school which was totally odd because he never ate meals with them and they remember very 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 has told me that it wasn’t even shocking that he would kill himself or their mother; the only thing surprising about it was that she never thought he’d shoot her (there was apparently some confusion about it because none of them even knew that he owned a gun), and that 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.'”

    • Sometimes You Can’t Tell

      From Redditor /u/Czarcastic_F*ck:

      “My grandfather died and my grandmother remarried a pretty great guy, Ron. Ron had a brother, Robert.

      Ron and my grandmother lived in Louisiana and we’d frequently drive down there to visit them for Thanksgiving. My father, Ron, and Robert would go duck hunting and we’d dig up some crayfish. We played hide-and-seek with Robert while dinner was being cooked. I sat and talked with him about my life view as an 11 year old. We ate dinner, drove back home, no issues.

      During the same time period, he picked up a drifter, killed her, and threw her body off a bridge. He eventually was caught and the family was devastated. They tried him for two murders, but he confessed as many as 48. When you read through his confessions, the case is terrifying. There were times he came to visit while we all lived in Colorado Springs and he killed people. He even sent letters to the police.

      The truth is, nobody could tell. There was no telling sign. As a kid, nothing seemed off about him. Even his own brother was shocked.”

    • Aunt Had Problems Sleeping And With Violence

      From Redditor /u/Sh*ttyDriverHere:

      “My aunt killed three people. Two were strangers that tried to rape her, with one being successful; the other was her brother, who molested her a lot as a child and teen.

      I’m pretty sure the brother and a stranger were stabbed to death, but I’m not sure about the third. For the stranger she stabbed, it was basically a mugging gone sexual and eventually fatal. When she went to the police station they didn’t believe her, called her names, and then told her to go home. I think they ruled the brother’s death as some sort of a freak accident because she’s only told her story to a select few within the last year. When she told us about the second stranger, she was a little fuzzy on details but said there was a lot of blood and it was raining. I believe she may have shot him (she’s a bit freaky about guns) and then she ran away.

      She was always super aggressive and had strong views when it came to violence against people. For example, she used to always say she didn’t understand why people fight or are surprised when one dies, because it’s an automatic life or death scenario and one has to win. She also had ticks [sic], such as whenever you woke her up or surprised her, she would have her fists balled and be in a fight stance. One time, she sucker punched me with the force of the gods and that was the last time I woke her up within six feet. I used to think her views on death were a bit funny, because she was so nonchalant and even got kinda pissy when people asked her why she wasn’t emotional after some funerals of close friends and relatives.”

    • Their Relationship Was Abusive In Many Ways

      From Redditor /u/froaway1555:

      “My uncle murdered his wife while the kids were in the house. He shot her, cut her in half, then killed himself. There were a few signs. Every time I visited them, you could tell he was having trouble with my aunt. They were always so passive-aggressive with each other. They took turns being the aggressor in their arguments, but I never suspected that he would murder her. They also had really loud sex. I found out later they were into BDSM, but surprisingly, he was usually the submissive one according to their friends.”

    • Grandma Was A Huge Racist

      From Redditor /u/skornenicholas1:

      “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. With over 1000 acres, much of it woodland, they hosted multiple Klan events, and allowed them to hide out from the cops when the crackdowns began.

      I know for a fact that my grandmother and her husband were in the Klan. They held multiple outdoor rallies behind the house I grew up in. There were also multiple lynchings held nearby, in the past, not during my lifetime that I am aware of. I loved growing up been absolutely surrounded by largely virgin oak & 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 man, who was African American, by hitting him with her car more than once. She claimed he was laying in the road, but that was clearly a lie. 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. Obviously, he did not survive this.

      Notably, she avoided all criminal charges, she even kept her license; yes, she is still driving to this day. She did, however, lose a civil case, and clearly said the following as she left the courtroom ‘Killing a n***** didn’t use to be so expensive.’

      I am so 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.”

  • His Cousin’s Association With Gangs

    From Redditor /u/thefigpucker:

    “I knew my cousin would eventually kill somebody. He started running with the Latin kings when he was a kid and always in to some illegal sh*t.

    He ended up killing a cop when he was pulled over with a pound of meth, shot him four times, killing him on the spot. The authorities caught up to him eight hours later and shot him eight times; he’s now doing life in Oak Park prison.”

  • Dad Was A Domestic Abuser

    From Redditor /u/Beefenstein:

    “Here are things I knew about my father as a child. He got angry when drunk and was drunk as often as possible and he tried to find any possible fault with anybody to start a fight. In particular he thought my mother was always doing things behind his back.

    And nobody really cared. His ex-wife (mother of my half-brother) called the police, and they didn’t care about domestic violence. My mother was an abused woman with a foreign name and mental health issues due to her family upbringing: when she called the police they sided with the drunk man. His family thought it was perfectly normal for a responsible adult to drink all the time and use physical violence against a woman.

    He regularly threatened to kill himself and also us – a gas explosion was one of his favorites, but he would also tie his belt around his neck. My mum was emotionally unable to get rid of him until I was 18. It’s a mix of my stubbornness and luck that he didn’t kill me instead. And, frankly, I’m amazed he didn’t kill my mum: he tried to get rid of both of us when she was pregnant with me. I guess we’re both tenacious.

    When he killed his oldest son (my half-brother) I certainly wasn’t surprised. I was and am sad about it, but not surprised. Stabbing my older half-brother in the heart while arguing about politics may have been an accident [in the eyes of the law] but it’s still f*cking despicable.”

  • Their Aunt Went Off Her Medication

    From Redditor /u/Cacodemon:

    “When my bipolar/schizophrenic aunt started going to a new church, they convinced her that God will fix everything and she doesn’t need medication, so she stopped taking them. Shortly after that she killed her retarded sister in her sleep with an ice pick because she thought she was the antichrist.”

  • The Signs Were Obvious, But Not The Killer

    From Redditor /u/paranoiabaker:

    “My cousin’s stepbrother was the most unstable red flag guy we knew. He locked his wife in the attic and laughed about it while we visited. He wouldn’t let us talk to her without shouting through the ceiling. We called the police on him and they came, but all that happened was a bit of talk. She was allowed down, and the very next day she’d ‘been in a car accident’ and ended up in hospital, although both their cars were fine.

    He was the stereotypical ‘roid-rager too. Though as I understand it there’s not as strong a link between steroid abuse and anger issues as once thought, he fit the stereotype. He put both his older daughters in hospital when they left with their mum, and took a pair of guns to his wife’s parents place and threatened that if they didn’t tell him where she was, he had a bullet in each gun for their kids. He once drew a knife on both my dad and uncle, and my dad pressed charges.

    We watched their domestic life from a safe distance and wondered just why the hell they were still together when there was so much hatred and fear. What we saw was only part of it.

    I joked to my dad that that marriage would end in a murder. About six years ago his wife was making moves to secretly get her and the kids out again, and he picked up their infant son and a bullet, and asked her to pick which of their three kids he was to shoot first, because if she left then she had to pay with one of the kids’ lives. Then he’d come after her.

    So she served him sleeping tablets in curried prawns and shot him in the head twice as he dozed, dumped his body, and set fire to it.

    I didn’t expect the murder to go that way.”

  • His Meth Addiction Signaled The Start Of Trouble

    From Redditor /u/bsmith7028:

    “My brother was involved in a murder and just finished his sentence last year. He acquired an addiction to meth around the time he turned 30; by that time he had owned a home, multiple vehicles, had a very successful life, but you know how the story goes, and he lost everything. It should be worth noting that none of us knew anything about the murder until after he was arrested, which was a little over a year after the murder took place.

    There were no red flags beforehand, but it was a spur of the moment thing so I guess there might not be. From the time of the murder until he was arrested he was a different man. You could tell something inside him snapped; the tenuous grip he had on reality withered away to nothing and he was as ‘far out there’ as I’ve ever seen anyone.

    I’m glad he was arrested and sentenced to do serious time because it saved his life; at the pace he was on I doubt he would’ve lasted another six months.”

  • The Only Sign Was A Family History Of Mental Illness

    From Redditor /u/kabeard:

    “Cousin of mine shot his father 12 times and his mother once in the head. He then told his younger brother to clean up the blood and to write messages on the wall like, ‘Sorry, my first kill was clumsy’ and other chilling stuff. The two of them then went to an anime convention in Oakland and acted like nothing happened.

    There weren’t any real red flags, but his family did have some mental illness in their history. On top of the fact that the father was not okay with his son being gay, I guess my cousin just snapped.”

     
  • Grandpa Suffered From PTSD

    From Redditor /u/coaaal:

    “My uncle has PTSD from the Gulf War. My entire family is pretty sure he killed one of his ex-girlfriends and buried her in the desert. He was always a crazy son of a b*tch from the stories I’ve heard, from making homemade bombs to wrecking multiple vehicles throughout high school. I have another uncle that I hung out with a couple times in high school, a very cool guy who is also gay. The crazy uncle gave me so much sh*t for visiting the gay one, telling me that I’m gonna end up getting raped and become like him. I told him that he’s just an uncultured assh*le, which I’m pretty sure made him to kill me right there.

    My grandma thinks it’s her fault that he is the way he is, and she’d lose her mind if he ever got sent to prison for life. After getting caught by the Philippines most wanted and spending three years in prison, he found Jesus and is now a good little Christian man. He still bashes me for hanging out with gay people, but I mostly pity him. He ended up marrying a lady from India and told her how awesome America is as well as God. When she arrived and he impregnated her, she felt hostage since he wouldn’t let her leave. Finally, after five years in America against her wishes, he finally let her go back to India. His black lab mysteriously hung itself a few weeks later.”

  • His Cousin Showed No Signs Until After The First Murders

    From Redditor /u/RedditWhileWorking23:

    “My cousin killed three guys. Got into a fight with two guys at a bar and somehow managed to kill both of them. They were all drunk and I know he served time in prison for it. About two years after he got out, he couldn’t get a job and resorted to thieving. He shot a cop who was trying to arrest/stop him from stealing from a train depot.

    Growing up, we were real close. He was a normal kid, never hurt animals, never reveled in doing bad things. He wasn’t a bully at school, and didn’t throw his weight around. He wasn’t cocky or narcissistic and I honestly never got a single red flag from him all of our childhood.

    Once we grew up, we drifted apart, but we kept in touch and I never had any bad memories of him. He liked Lost and thought it was a fun show. His wife was nice and was obsessed with Lost and my cousin. I went over there multiple times and they seemed very functional. I never once felt any signs that things were off. They had healthy and nice kids together.

    The bar fight incident, as far as I know, was a disagreement between three drunk people that ended unfortunately. He told me, after getting out, that it was an accident and he never meant to hurt anyone like that. He was just defending himself. But I noticed after getting out that things had changed in him. He wasn’t mean or violent, but no one wanted to hire him.

    He had issues with jobs and I know his home life was a bit stressful because of it. His wife and kids still loved him, they didn’t divorce and I still stand by that they were a good couple and truly loved each other.

    I think the first two guys was just a mistake. I think the third guy was an unfortunate event that culminated when he couldn’t find a job or make money and wasn’t going to risk being caught again. I think he made a decision where it was his life going back to jail or the officer who had seen him and was trying to apprehend him.”

  • He Feared Visiting His Grand-Uncle When He Was Younger

    From Redditor /u/RorschachsJ0urnal:

    “My Granduncle, it was a revenge type murder, never was caught but we all know he did it. Guy got in a bar fight with his friend and stabbed him to death one week later guys [sic] body is found. The red flags were he was a mean ass dude. Did not like him, my dad told me about how afraid he was to have sleepovers with his cousins because of him, and his cousins treat my grandfather like he’s there [sic] dad. One particular sorry is when the family dog broke is [sic] leg or something he pulled out a rifle and shot it in front of my whole family.”

  • He Watched It All Go Down

    From Redditor /u/Papa_Bear_Builds:

    “I watched my father behead a man with a knife. It was over drugs. Father had a good lawyer and got 3 years, I think it was some kind of self defense claim, but it was total bullsh*t. I watched that man lay sprawled on the ground face down while the serrated edge of the knife carved through his skin like paper and I heard his screams and gasps of pain. I still have vivid nightmares about it.

    As for red flags, my father has always shown sociopathic tendencies, he kind of reminds me of a kid around 8 years old stuck inside a 44 year old’s body. I cut contact with him a few years ago when the memories resurfaced, I was only 4 when I saw it happen, and his mother confirmed it to me. Thankfully, my mother split with him when I was a year and a half, but I don’t think I was supposed to be there, my grandma probably let me go with him while I was being babysat.”

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