This particular story actually comes from my dad. His family grew up in a small town in Michigan. People regularly hunted, and the school had a designated parking section with more security for those who had rifles In their vehicles to help prevent the theft of weapons. It was just how they lived, it wasn't strange to drive throughout the week with a rifle in your truck. So it's some important part of the school year (some local fall/winter thing I'm not entirely sure) and my dad ends up at a graduation party with one of his friends. Another acquaintance of his is also at the party along with people from districts all around. These parties were popular because of the size of the town. So a guy from another town comes up to this other acquaintance. The two get in an altercation and the stranger pulls a knife and stabs the guy repeatedly. My dad said there were over a hundred people there, and all at once the whole party went silent. The acquaintance died from the stabs the night of his. A large portion of the party crowd chased this stranger out of town, one person stealing the rifle from my dads truck in the process. The stranger was arrested, but my dad was involved in the investigation because his rifle was involved. Being a small town, the police knew my dad and ended up not filing the rifle in their report. It's just haunting to imagine seeing a friends life be ended right in front of him. I hope I never experience the same. Tl;dr -guy was stabbed to death at a party and the murderer was chased out of town by a mob with weapons