Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - The Day My Brother Killed and Laughed A Child's Memory of a Crime That Still Haunts Me #72

Episode Date: July 28, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales  #familytrauma #darkcrime #childhoodtrauma #hauntingmemories #psychologicalhorror  “The Day My Brother Killed and Laughed: A Child's Memory of a Crime That Still Haunts Me”A deeply disturbing memoir of a child’s firsthand witness to a horrific act of violence committed by their own brother. The chilling laughter that followed haunts the narrator’s memories and shapes a lifetime of trauma. This story exposes the dark underbelly of family secrets and the lasting scars left by unspeakable crimes.A raw, unsettling exploration of innocence lost and the shadows cast by violence within family.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales,  familytrauma, darkcrime, childhoodtrauma, hauntingmemories, psychologicalhorror,  darkfamilysecrets, twistedmind, emotionalscar, traumaandfear, chillingconfession,  brokeninnocence, memoryandpain, terrifyingtruths, hauntedchildhood, lastingfear

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Let me take you back to 1999. I was just a kid, 10 years old, still watching cartoons on Saturday mornings and barely understanding how life worked. I didn't even know how to properly use a microwave yet, let alone how to process trauma or comprehend violence. That year shaped me in ways I didn't understand until much, much later. And the thing that changed at all. I saw something no kid should ever see.

I saw my 13-year-old brother shoot and kill our 15-year-old nephew. That memory has never left me, and honestly, it's been the anchor dragging me underwater ever since. I guess it's best to start at the beginning. Our family wasn't exactly what you'd call normal. My dad, let's just say he wasn't winning any father of the year awards. He kept a gun around, and not just for show. He carried it with a purpose. At that time, he was furious, absolutely boiling, about the older guys in the neighborhood

messing around with my sister. She was just 14, and he was trying to play guardian, protect her, whatever you want to call it. Instead of taking that anger to the police or doing anything remotely legal, he decided to keep the gun close. Usually, it stayed hidden in the car. But not on that day. That day started off like any other. I had a doctor's appointment, nothing serious, just the usual check-up. My dad took the gun into the house first for some reason, probably because he didn't want to leave it unattended in the car. Then we headed out. After the appointment, we were driving home when he mentioned he needed to stop at the auto parts store. He said he'd just drop me off at the house first, then go run his errand. So I got out of the car, walked up the steps, opened the door,

and stepped straight into a nightmare. As soon as I walked in, I saw my brother. And I saw the gun. He was standing in the front room, holding our dad's gun like it was part of a movie scene. But this wasn't a movie. This was real. He had the barrel pointed right at our nephew. It didn't look like a prank.

It didn't look like a joke. There was no laughter, no smirking, just tension. The air felt like it was. was holding its breath. Everything inside me went cold. Our nephew, being older, tried to reason with him. He said, if you shoot me, you'll have a witness. He was talking about me. What happened next still replays in my head, like a broken record I can't shut off. My brother didn't even flinch. He just turned the gun towards me and said, I'll shoot you two, ten years old. Ten. There I was, standing in a room, staring down a loaded gun pointed by my own brother.

Something primal kicked in, fear, panic, survival instinct, whatever you want to call it. I didn't beg. I didn't scream. I just told him I was going to tell mom. She was in the kitchen, completely unaware, probably chopping onions or stirring something on the stove. I ran. Didn't even wait to see what he'd do. Just bolted for the kitchen. Just bolted for the like my life depended on it, which, it turns out, it might have. I didn't hear the gunshot. Not the sound, not the echo. Maybe my mind blocked it out, maybe the house swallowed it. But whether I heard it or not, it still happened. And the next thing I knew, my brother was running past me, crying, panicked. His face was red, his voice shaking as he stumbled into the kitchen,

saying, I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to, and me. I just stood there, frozen. Until the words came tumbling out, Mom, he shot him. He shot him. We rushed to the front room. There was our nephew, lifeless, crumpled on the ground, blood soaking into the carpet. The bullet went into his eye, right into his freaking eye. I wish I could erase that image, but it's tattooed onto the inside of my eyelids. Every time I close my eyes, it's there. The police came. They ruled it an accident,

said it was an unintentional shooting. Maybe because of the ages involved. Maybe because no one wanted to admit what it really looked like. My brother didn't get charged like you'd expect. It was brushed off, at least legally. But emotionally, spiritually, internally that accident was the first domino to fall in a line of trauma that never stopped toppling in the weeks and months that followed the whispers started family members began sharing things bits and pieces conversations they'd had with my brother things he said that didn't line up with an accidental shooting one quote stuck out and it's haunted me ever since i shot him in his good eye and he laughed

He laughed. Tell me how you laugh about something like that. Tell me how that kind of thing even slips out of your mouth if it wasn't on purpose. I've turned those words over in my head so many times they don't even sound like real words anymore. The game represents the values and the communities we play for. He was God. We didn't just love him. We trusted him. Most people have no idea what a bad person that man is. How can you do that to somebody? It's a time I never even occurred to be that anybody could be so divies to tell somebody to have a cancer. I would hate to think that I went through a career that I pulled a dirty stroke on anyway.

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And from that moment on, everything just kept unraveling. My brother started getting in trouble. First small stuff, then worse. In and out of jail, like it was a revolving. door. And then came the story that made me sick to my stomach. Apparently, he and our older sister got into some kind of fight. I don't even know what it was about, probably something stupid. But she ended up with his phone, and what she found on it. Jesus. Videos. Of him torturing animals. Not just abuse, torture. One of the clips showed him mutilating a dog, cutting its head off,

and, this is the part that makes my soul ache, he stuck his hand into the dog's decapitated head and used it like a sock puppet. Made it talk. Laughed the whole time, like it was the funniest thing in the world. That video broke me. It confirmed what I was already afraid to admit, something was deeply, irreversibly wrong with him. And it didn't stop there. He had a girlfriend for a while. She was quiet, always seemed a little scared. I didn't think much of it until I found out why. He used to hit her. Burn her with cigarettes. Just for fun. For power. For control. He treated her like trash, and she stayed because she was scared of what he'd do if she left. He watched snuff films, two. Real ones. I won't describe what that means. If you're brave,

Or foolish, enough, you can Google it. But let me just say this, no healthy human being watches that kind of thing. No one with a soul finds entertainment in real life death. I distanced myself. Completely. I don't talk to him. I don't ask about him. I don't want to know where he is or what he's doing.

If I hear his name, I change the subject. I've spent years in therapy trying to scrape the memory of that, day out of my brain, like gum stuck to the bottom of my soul. But therapy brought this question up, and now I can't let it go. Was it an accident? Or is my brother a murderer? I know what the law says. I know what the police report says. I know what the adults wanted to believe that day. But deep down, in my gut, I think I've always known the truth. I saw the way he held that gun. I heard what he said. I saw his face after it happened.

And later, I heard his laughter. Do accidental killers watch snuff films? Do they mutilate animals? Do they brag about shooting someone in the good eye? Do they burn women for fun? I think about all the red flags. All the signs. All the things we should have noticed sooner.

But how do you notice something like that when it starts so? young. When you're just a kid in your world is too small to understand evil. When the person who commits the act is your own brother, I haven't forgiven him. I don't know if I ever can. And maybe I'm not supposed to. Sometimes I wonder what my nephew would be like now. He'd be in his late 30s. Maybe a dad. Maybe someone's husband. Maybe just a regular guy with a job and a mortgage and a dog of his own. Or maybe he would have struggled like the rest of us. Maybe life would have been hard for him too. I'll never know. Because in the blink of an eye, in the pull of a trigger, that path was erased. I was 10. I should have been playing outside,

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Hoping someone might be able to answer the question I keep circling back to. What do you call someone who kills, laughs about it, and never looks back? Is he a murderer? In my heart, I think the answer is yes. But maybe I'm still just that scared kid, standing in the hallway, watching a nightmare unfold, and waiting for someone else to admit it too.