Someone you know did something awful

[Vodstok]

Not to take away from Cheeba's thread here:
http://horror.com/forum/showthread.php?t=27228


But i got to thinking this morning, on the radio, they were relating stories of awful things done by people they had gone to school with. Anthony had the winner for the worst, a kid he knew growing up hung with the "wrong crowd". One day, one of this kid's friends broke into his house with the intention of robbing the place, but the kid's mother was home, so rather than being identified (since she obviously knew who he was), he raped and killed her, then burned the house down. that is a tough one to top.

Also, this isnt really for the "Famous case" stuff that cheeba's thread had (i think Rod's proximity to Dahmer during his days of killing is also a tough act to follow) but a little closer to home is what i am looking for.

For me, there was this kid in my highschool named Cecil. He lived up to the absolute owrst dorky image you can conjure with the name "Cecil Wilson". he was oneo f those akward losers who, if he kept to himself, or was generally a nice guy, he would probably be left alone. instead, he often boasted of getting into private fights with peopel much bigger than him, and claiming he beat them (who often found him and kicked his ass)

He also did fun things like peeing in the trashcan in the gym in order to try and make friends, and once the new building had been constructed at our school, claimed something physically impossible had happened.

Its hard to descibe, but the main building was 3 stories tall and octagonal. The center of it was an open atrium, and the stairs were located there. They would go up to a mid-level landing in the middle, then back up to the next level, so you would walk up or down, make a 3 foot 180 degree turn, then go the rest of the way. Well, someone threw a piece of fruit at cecil, hitting him in the head (i believe it was a peach if that matters), and he proceded to fall down all 3 stories of stairs... Which was impossible. , oh, he DID fall down, but it required him to crawl 2 to 3 feet out of his was, 5 TIMES to make it all the way to the bottom. Which he did. He tried to get the school to suspend the kid for injuring him, then threatened to sue, but nothing came of it and everyone laughed at him.

okay, enough character developement, you get the idea.

Anyway, back inthose days ('91), all the big rap acts were from LA, so everyone in our school (in the Netherlands) wore LA Raiders clothing. This kid had a hat and jacket that were very identifiable, as they were unique in pretty much the entire continent of europe.

So this kid decides he is going ot make a name for himself as a bad ass, probably because he thought if he acted like NWA, people would respect him finally.

So he spends $20 and buys a gun from a dutch kid. And proceeds to load it, and go to a local jewelry store, and hold the place up. Admittendly, pretty hardcore for a freshman. Problem number 1, he didnt speak dutch, and the guy working at the store didnt speak english. So the guy hit the alarm button.

Cecil panicked and pulled the trigger. Seems 20 dollar guns cost 20 bucks because they lack firing pins. oops.

he was picked up 3 days later and shipped back to the US, facing charges of Atempted Robbery, Assault with a Deadly Weapon (i dont think that one stcjk) but also, Attempted Murder.

he not only ruined his life, but his father's military carreer. We eventually laughed about it,but in retrospect, we were LUCKY. 10 years later, that kid would have at least attempted to kill a bunch of people.

Any similar stories?

[Phalanx]

Hmmm....nobody I knew all that well...

I had a gym teacher in highschool who was later arrested for being involved in (at the time) the largest cocaine smuggling incident ever in the country. Apparently he had students working with him. I left before all this happened to continue highschool through college, but I remember he was always ok with me, sparred with him a few times (he was a former kickboxing instructor, I did thai boxing at the time) during lunch hours...etc, and come to think of it, he HAD pretty much tried to befriend me...not sure if he wanted me in on the whole deal or what, but all the same I left before anything went down.

I know someone who's BEEN stabbed...but that's what happens when you're a mouthy fuckwit who beats up on certain peoples little brothers, it seems. He came back to school with a changed attitude.

[Vodstok]

Originally Posted by Phalanx

I know someone who's BEEN stabbed...but that's what happens when you're a mouthy fuckwit who beats up on certain peoples little brothers, it seems. He came back to school with a changed attitude.

Never fuck with a chef, i guess is the moral there. :)


I have a short story that I think you will like once it is done. Very short, concise, and involves a chef whose namebegins with B. Wonder where i got that ;)

[Phalanx]

Haha...Didn't mean it was me, man...but yeah the guy was a hell of a prick, older than me, and I was one of many to receive his bullshit over a couple of years. Guy was in my homeroom. Then one time, he didn't show for weeks, turned out he'd been stabbed 8 times. Had it coming.

[kpropain]

I went to high school with this guy named Jimmy Robertson, who murdered both of his parents hoping he would get his two million dollar inheritance...He's on death row now...


Here is an article that was in one of our local papers....



SOUTH CAROLINA:


It's been a busy year on death row for James "Jimmy" Robertson.


Spending day after day in a cell not much bigger than a dog pen,
Robertson writes. He's sent a Christmas card to the man who sent him to
death row, notes to people who read his autobiography on a Web site for
inmates and letters to just about everyone he knew before he was
sentenced to death for killing his parents with a claw hammer and a
baseball bat.


Some days he wants to die. Robertson has talked about squirreling away
pills given to him for his bipolar disorder and overdosing one night
"before the state can get me."


In his most recent letter to a Herald reporter, Robertson writes, "I am
waiving my appeals and petitioning the court to execute me. For better or
worse, it will be a long process."


That may not be so, said his lawyer, Robert Dudek of the S.C. Office of
Appellate Defense.


"He has not dropped his appeals. I've talked to him numerous times "
we're appealing it to the state Supreme Court," Dudek said.


Robertson arrived at death row at the Lieber Correctional Institute in
Ridgeville shortly after a jury sentenced him to death on March 26, 1999.
Prosecutors say he bludgeoned his parents to death in their Westminster
Drive home in November 1997 because he couldn't wait for his $2 million
inheritance.


The 26-year-old is different from most of his peers on death row.


He's better educated than many, after graduating near the top of his
class at Northwestern High School and dropping out of Georgia Tech.


He had loving parents by almost all accounts. His father, Earl, got him
out of many jams, the latest right before he died. Robertson would go on
to spray Tilex in his father's eyes as he got out of the shower. As his
blinded father tried to fight back, Robertson beat him with a hammer and
a baseball bat until one witness said his head looked like "a crushed
tomato."


At his trial, friends recalled a doting mother, who may have actually
done too much for her son, keeping him from taking responsibility for his
actions. Robertson bludgeoned Terry Robertson while she was in bed
asleep. His father, in the shower, never heard her scream, "No, Jimmy,
no!"


Robertson admits he's different than most of his prison mates. But last
year he said he was fitting in nicely.


"I've learned to talk like they talk. I help them out. They know I'm in
here for the same thing they're in for. And we all know that we aren't
leaving here alive," Robertson said.


Shortly after Robertson was locked up on death row, he started writing.
Nearly everyone on the prosecution and defense witness list got a
handwritten letter, most of them on yellow legal pad paper. He apologized
to some people and thanked others for their support.


Robertson also sent Christmas cards. One of them was addressed to a
bemused 16th Circuit Solicitor Tommy Pope, who said "I knew I arrived
when I got a Christmas card from death row."


In his card, Robertson wished the solicitor and his family a Merry
Christmas. Pope wrote him back and thanked him.


"It was the strangest thing. If you didn't know better, you would have
thought it was from the neighbor's kid," Pope said.


Robertson is even on the Internet. At www.inmate.com, he appears on a Web
page. A picture of Robertson, smirking boyishly, and a description
seemingly taken straight from a personal ad greets visitors looking for a
prison pen pal.


"I am 6-foot-1, 25-years-old (sic) with brown eyes and brown hair," is
the way Robertson describes himself on the Web site.


"I now spend my days alone in a cell now not much bigger than a walk-in
closet. I spend a considerable amount of my time thinking of my parents
and my actions that regretfully led to their deaths in November 1997 " As
you can imagine, it gets lonely here. I'd like to "meet' you and discuss
anything," according to the Web site.


Robertson doesn't have access to the Internet, but the Web site promises
to print all of his e-mails and send them to Robertson's mailing address.


Meanwhile, Robertson's co-defendant and former girlfriend, Meredith Moon,
is spending her time tutoring inmates at the Leath Correctional
Institution. She pleaded guilty to accessory after the fact in the
killings of Robertson's parents and was sentenced to 20 years in prison.


Moon, 20, has gotten her high school diploma and hopes to take college
classes. She wants to be a paralegal when she gets out, which could be as
soon as 2007.


She wrote Robertson and said she got a nasty note back in the mail.


In a letter to a Herald reporter, Moon wrote, "Basically, he attributes
him being found guilty and him getting the death penalty to me. Without
me it would have been an unsolved murder. Sure it would have."


Moon drove Robertson to see his brother in Pennsylvania. While on the
way, she watched as he dumped a garbage bag containing the hammer,
baseball bat and clothing worn during the killing in a fast-food
Dumpster. She would also be the star witness at Robertson's trial.


As long as he continues his appeals, Robertson's date with the
executioner is years away. Attorneys haven't even argued his 1st appeal
before the state Supreme Court.


After that, Robertson has so many other appeals that no one even
bothers to estimate when he could be executed.


(source: The Herald)

[Roderick Usher]

When I was growing up in Northern Virginia we had a neighbor named Nancy Kantarian who was a little unstable. She was a mother of three, married to a commercial real estate broker who made a good living, she had a housekeeper and she never held a paying job in her life.

She used to have my older sister come over and babysit - even when she was home. I was 12 or so and didn't understand the signs of true depression, but my oldest sister would come home and tell us how Nancy would just sit and stare at the tv or even just sit quietly in her bedroom for hours on end.

She was just the neighborhood nutcase, but her three little girls were awesome - real sweethearts. Anyway. They had a fire one night. The top floor burned off the house. Really exciting stuff fo the neighborhood.

So the Kantarians moved a couple of miles away and after a year, we didn't think about them very often.

Then it's on the news.

Seems without a support network she just snapped.

She murdered her three daughters in thier sleep and burned the house down.

She copped an insanity plea (deservedly) and was shuttled off to the nuthouse.

You tend to be able to shrug off the violence and cruelty in this world from time to time, but this one got to me and has stuck with me.

[Disease]

When I first left home and moved to sydney, i ran out of money and ended up in a youth refuge in surrey hills called john irwin lodge, one of the redidents there broke into the safe and stole 17 thousand bucks and then got robbed on the train. he ended up on the front page of the paper and the today show, . Another guy who worked there went crazy and burnt the building down.

I don't want to go into to much detail because it's all in a short storie I wrote.

[Vodstok]

Originally Posted by Roderick Usher

When I was growing up in Northern Virginia we had a neighbor named Nancy Kantarian who was a little unstable. She was a mother of three, married to a commercial real estate broker who made a good living, she had a housekeeper and she never held a paying job in her life.

She used to have my older sister come over and babysit - even when she was home. I was 12 or so and didn't understand the signs of true depression, but my oldest sister would come home and tell us how Nancy would just sit and stare at the tv or even just sit quietly in her bedroom for hours on end.

She was just the neighborhood nutcase, but her three little girls were awesome - real sweethearts. Anyway. They had a fire one night. The top floor burned off the house. Really exciting stuff fo the neighborhood.

So the Kantarians moved a couple of miles away and after a year, we didn't think about them very often.

Then it's on the news.

Seems without a support network she just snapped.

She murdered her three daughters in thier sleep and burned the house down.

She copped an insanity plea (deservedly) and was shuttled off to the nuthouse.

You tend to be able to shrug off the violence and cruelty in this world from time to time, but this one got to me and has stuck with me.

i can't imagine what that does to a person in their more lucid periods.

It's like people who kill their kids by shaking them. Anyone who has had a baby knows the frustration of having someone scream in your ear for hours when you have had 2 hours of sleep (and most recently, when they are throwing up on you repeatedly at the same time), but damn... It seems most of us have that safety switch that converts frustration into concern.

its really sad when mental illness, or worse, depression cause that catch to get broken. And at least when the peopel have gone crazy, a lot of times they dont quite get what they have done, so the gravity of it never really affects them, but depressed people will at some point not be so depressed....

[cheetah4570]

Originally Posted by Roderick Usher

When I was growing up in Northern Virginia we had a neighbor named Nancy Kantarian who was a little unstable. She was a mother of three, married to a commercial real estate broker who made a good living, she had a housekeeper and she never held a paying job in her life.

She used to have my older sister come over and babysit - even when she was home. I was 12 or so and didn't understand the signs of true depression, but my oldest sister would come home and tell us how Nancy would just sit and stare at the tv or even just sit quietly in her bedroom for hours on end.

She was just the neighborhood nutcase, but her three little girls were awesome - real sweethearts. Anyway. They had a fire one night. The top floor burned off the house. Really exciting stuff fo the neighborhood.

So the Kantarians moved a couple of miles away and after a year, we didn't think about them very often.

Then it's on the news.

Seems without a support network she just snapped.

She murdered her three daughters in thier sleep and burned the house down.

She copped an insanity plea (deservedly) and was shuttled off to the nuthouse.

You tend to be able to shrug off the violence and cruelty in this world from time to time, but this one got to me and has stuck with me.

I was the policeman who arrested Kantarian that night. Is there a way I can contact you to ask some questions about your post? Thanks!

[hammerfan]

Originally Posted by cheetah4570

I was the policeman who arrested Kantarian that night. Is there a way I can contact you to ask some questions about your post? Thanks!

How the HELL did you dig up a thread from 2007?! :eek: