posted on Jul, 19 2018 @ 04:13 PM
When I was a teenager, I was at a sports complex with my boyfriend, his brother, and an acquaintance of his brother. It was a two cage tennis court
and my boyfriend and I were playing in the second cage, farthest from the door.
About an hour after we got there, a pickup truck pulled up outside the caged entrance. A middle-aged guy got out of the truck and started yelling. We
were sort of far away, so we didn’t hear what he was saying, but the woman seemed to be yelling back some pretty strong language. The man suddenly
pulled out a gun, a .38 we found out later, and shot, point blank, the woman in the center of her forehead. The brother tried to grab the man, but was
shot in the neck and fell down. The man continued shooting them at very close range as they lay on the ground.
I wanted to scream, but my boyfriend told me to be quiet so the man didn’t notice us. After what seemed like forever but was probably only a minute
or two, the man ran out the gate, got in his truck, and took off.
We ran up to where the two were laying and I held the brother’s head in my lap. They had been shot multiple times in the head and neck area,
including to the temple. My boyfriend had to run to the main office to call for help (this was in the mid-late 80s) and I just tried to calm them. I
was scared the man would return, but he didn’t, thankfully.
The man drove farther down the road and committed suicide. The brother lived, albeit very disabled, but the woman died later. The shooter was the
estranged husband who thought she was having an affair with the brother. In reality, they barely knew each other and he taught tennis lessons in the
summer when home from college (I believe he attended one of the Armed Forces academies). He was unable to return to college or live a normal life due
to some significant brain and body damage.
The whole experience was evil and it was a horrible experience for a 16 year old to witness, though it fails in comparison to those that were shot.