Love the posts on here - nice one, OP. I’ve got a story but it’s quite long.
My Mum’s Mum (so my grandma, although it was donkeys years before I was born) was the victim of a murder suicide, back in 1944.
She had been seeing a bloke whilst her husband, my grandfather, was fighting away in Burma (it was WW2). When she heard her husband was returning home she went to break it off with her lover but he wouldn’t accept it.
My Mum was a little 9 year old girl ( one of several siblings, age range late teens down to 5 or 6) and she remembered them all having their evening meal at the table in the kitchen (it was October so it was dark outside) when this guy came and ‘tapped on the window’ and called out for their Mum. She told her kids that she would just go and meet him quickly one last time and to stay there and finish their dinner. She went out and they never saw her again.
A week passed with no sign of her but he owned a second hand shop close by and my Mum said she saw it was locked up every day that week as she walked past to go to school and wondered why the police hadn’t looked in there.
That night my auntie’s boyfriend (only a teenager himself) took the younger ones (including my Mum) to the cinema to try and cheer them up as they’d been so upset all week, wondering where their Mum was. She said that on the way back home they saw bright arc lights were set up and shining into the closed up shop. The police had broken in and found the bodies of their Mum and her boyfriend.
He had made a poison from a rare type of bean and added it to a drink that he gave to her and then took himself. It was returned as an open verdict as they couldn’t ascertain whether she took it willingly but my Mum always insisted that - even though she wasn’t a brilliant parent - her Mum would never have left her children on purpose.
So there you go !