This post is a bit different to my usual, and it is about a true story.
I was on my morning walk and walked past the ‘murder house’ and it made me think to write a story-time blog post about it. Not sure if this post belongs more on Creepypasta… but oh well, here we go!
**Trigger warning – if squeamish do not read!**
So this happened in the 1990’s, a couple of year after I was born. There was a house on a street near my place, only a couple hundred metres away. One night my parents were watching the news, and the ‘breaking news’ was that there had been a murder, on this particular address, right near our house. To this day, I still walk past this house, and think of this particular event.
So, what happened was that these people had brutally bashed and shot a guy (apparently he was a small time drug dealer), at his own house, and then cut off some of his limbs and cooked them on the barbecue. They then cut off his head and hacked it with a tomahawk until it was almost disintegrated. They then disposed all his body parts in a bay about 30 minutes away.
This is one of the most disturbing stories I have heard growing up, and I didn’t know some of this info until I researched a little bit into it. I knew there had to be something else behind the story.
“Mr Hogan said McKee killed Mr Harrop because he believed Mr Harrop was stopping him from seeing his son over Christmas”
“Mr Harrop had been Mrs McKee’s de facto husband and she had two children, one he had fathered, and the other fathered by Mr McKee”
“The court was told that Mrs McKee started a relationship with Mr McKee some time before the killing”
“They had gone there to collect some belongings, unexpectedly, they found Mr Harrop was at home”
“Mr McKee attacked Mr Harrop as Mrs McKee stood by”
So as you can read, this is pretty messed up. It is horrible to think that something like this happened so close to home. I now think about this every time I walk past this house, and wonder if the people that live there know that there was a murder where they are right now. The current state of the house is quite gross. It’s had a fair few owners. One owner moved in and did it up a bit and improved it, then the next have just left it to rot, practically. They don’t even have real curtains, just sheets, and have been living there a couple of years now. It just looks spooky and suspicious.
I hope you enjoyed this story, and I am sorry it was a bit gross, but I really wanted to write about this. It is a pretty interesting story but also disturbing at the same time. You want to know what happened, but you also don’t at the same time.
I really wanted a picture of the actual house on here, but I feel as if that would be disrespectful and rude.
Feel free to ask any questions below, or let me know if you liked this story. It’s a bit different than my usual, but hey, you always have to keep trying new things.