Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - New Year's Night of Terror A Broken Heart, Eleven Shots, and a Town Forever Changed #70

Episode Date: July 18, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales#newyearsterror #towntragedy #brokenheart #gunshots #darknight   New Year's Night of Terror: A Broken Heart, Eleven Shots, and a Town Forever ChangedOn a cold New Year's Eve, a shattered heart leads to a violent spree that haunts a small town forever. Eleven shots echo through the night, marking the moment everything changed. This chilling story explores grief, rage, and the devastating consequences of a night fueled by heartbreak and despair.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, newyearstragedy, heartbreakhorror, smalltowndarkness, gunviolence, tragicnight, emotionalrage, hauntingmemory, midnightterror, violentspree, darkpast, shatteredlove, suddenviolence, nightofterror, chillingtruecrime

You ever have one of those nights where everything feels too perfect, like the calm before a storm? That was New Year's Eve 1989 in Narsack, Greenland. Boas Clemanson was living that perfect night with his wife Cecilia and their two grown sons, Christian and Abel. They had dinner, some laughs, and even cracked open some of Boas' as famously strong homemade beer. The mood? Pure warmth. The kind that makes you think nothing could possibly go wrong. Christian and Abel were itching to get out and ring in the new decade with friends, and Boas didn't stop them. He knew the drill.

Boys will be boys, even if they're grown men. Christian headed off to his place in the housing complex, and Abel went to link up with his own crew. Both promised to be back before midnight, and sure enough, they walked through the door just ten minutes before the big countdown. That's when things got festive. Candles, every single one they could find, were lit up, filling the house with a warm flickering glow. Then it was outside, into the snow, to enjoy the neighborhood fireworks show. At one point, Abel even found a huge rocket and fired it off, proud like a kid showing off a science project. Boas was feeling the buzz, tipsy from champagne, hugging neighbors, telling everyone how much he loved them.

Abel couldn't stop laughing at his dad's happy drunken silliness. Then, around 1 a.m., Abel's friend Inok stopped by. They sang dumb songs and laughed about nothing in particular. Just good vibes all around. After a bit, Abel, Christian, and Inak decided to head to Christian's place for more partying. Boas, slightly swaying, finally called it a night around 3 a.m. He went to sleep with a big grin on his face. excited for what 1990 might bring. But 1990, it had other plans. Next morning, as Boas stood in a

kitchen sipping his first cup of New Year coffee, two cops came walking up to the house. They didn't look like they were there to spread good cheer. He opened the door, and one of them asked, Where's your youngest son, little Abel? Boas was confused. Why the hell would the police be looking for Abel? Let's rewind the little. After the family celebration, Christian and Abel made their way to a party at a place called Umbo, a kind of residential community space where a bunch of local youth had gathered to ring in the new year. Think loud music, bad dancing, probably Madonna or Millie Vanilli blasting from a cheap stereo in the corner. Maybe even some Alice Cooper for the rebels.

At Umbo, Abel ran into his friend, T. Earlier that day, Abel had gotten into it with a girl, one of those teenage spats that mean everything in the moment but probably nothing a week later. T. had heard about it and wasn't happy. He pulled Abel aside and gave him the kind of dressing down that cuts deeper than it should. At one point, T. pinned Abel up against a wall and said, We're not friends anymore. I never want to see you again. T. left the party, but his word stayed behind. Abel was gutted. Heartbroken. To him, T. wasn't. just a buddy, he was the buddy. His anchor. And now that anchor was gone. Abel spiraled. In his pain, he convinced himself that the only way to respond, the only way to get back at tea,

was to end his life in front of everyone. A final act that would make them all remember. He stormed out of Umbo, furious, hurt, unstable. Christian and the others thought he was just heading home to sleep it off. If only. Instead, Abel marched back to his house. He went to his room and pulled out a semi-automatic rifle he kept there. Yeah, you read that right. He loaded the magazine with cold, determined hands and made his way back to Unbow like a ghost on a mission. Upstairs, Room 6 was still alive with music and laughter. Abel reached the door and saw Christian standing right there. That was his big brother, the guy who always had his back. But something had switched off inside Abel. Whatever light had been there was gone. He raised the gun. Christian's eyes went

wide. Before he could move, Abel pulled the trigger. Christian dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. Panic erupted. People screamed. Abel didn't hear any of it. In his mind, it was Quiet. Too quiet. He stepped inside and kept shooting. Three women. Four men. Room to room. Bullets flying. Screens turning to silence. It was chaos wrapped in snow and fireworks and broken dreams. Then he walked downstairs, as calmly as if he were going to fetch a snack. There was a woman there, someone he didn't even know. She looked at him, probably confused. He shot her two. Eleven shots total.

That's all it took. Eleven bullets. But when it came time for able to pull the trigger on himself, he couldn't. The fire was gone. The fury had fizzled. He walked out into the snow, the gun still warm in his hands. He could hear again. He knew what he'd done.

He dropped to the ground, numb. Eventually, he picked himself up and stumbled home like a ghost trying to remember how to live. When he got there, he crawled into bed and went to sleep like nothing had happened. But back at Umbo, the scene was pure horror. Five young people were dead. Two young women had been shot in the head and clung to life by threats. The only one still conscious was Christian. Bleeding from his face, barely breathing, he stayed completely still, pretending to be dead until he was sure Abel had left.

Then, somehow, he got up and made it to the local hospital. The police were called. Nurses ran around in disbelief. One nurse's face went pale when she heard Christian say, Unbo, that was where her son had gone that night. Turns out, he was one of the victims. By 11 a.m., the police showed him. up at the Clemanson House and arrested Abel. He didn't resist. Didn't run. Just admitted it. I did it, he said. Just like that. Seven victims in total. Young people. Lives that hadn't even

started yet. They were between 18 and 34. In March 1991, the courts decided Abel wasn't just a criminal, he was deeply disturbed. They sentenced him to a indefinite detention at a psychiatric facility in Hurstadvester, Denmark. No end date. Just locked away until, or if, someone decided he was no longer a threat. Years went by. Decades, even. The world kept turning, and people forgot. But the town of Narcac never really did. Every New Year's Eve after that, the fireworks felt a little dimmer. The laughter a little more cautious. Then in December 2015, a new shock, Abel was granted weekend release. He could leave the facility.

Walk free, even if only temporarily. Some people were outraged. Others confused. But the law is the law. And that's it. That's the end, for now. A beautiful night turned nightmare. A boy with a broken heart and a gun.

11 shots that changed everything. The lesson? You never really know what's going on in someone else's mind. The quietest people often carry the loudest storms. So yeah, maybe check on your friends. Especially the ones who say they're fine. And hold your family tight. Because sometimes, the new year doesn't bring new beginnings.

Sometimes, it brings blood on the snow. The end.