Poland Horror: Teen Arrested After Double Killing in Kadłub Case

People always think it starts in one moment.

It doesn’t. It's more like a slow burn

It builds slowly, like cracks in a wall no one bothers to fix. You learn to live with the tension. The silence at dinner. The way voices rise over nothing and then drop like it never happened. You stop reacting. You just absorb it every day at school. I always feel like shit, no friends, I'm fat and depressed as fuck, and I blame everything on them... I know if I could just start a new life and get outta this toxic wasteland that I call home can be behind me... I know my stepfather has a safe that probably has money in it, probably more than enough to start over, get married, and have kids. I feel so numb, so worn out in this backwater town. I fucking hate it. I'll take a whooping big, slimy, smelly shit all over this town if I could, but that isn't in the plans, at least today it's not.

But that was home.

My stepfather filled rooms without trying. Not loud all the time—but heavy. Every word felt like it meant more than it said. You learned when to stay quiet, when to disappear. My great-grandmother… she was different. Older than everything around her, as she belonged to another world entirely. She barely spoke, but when she looked at you, it felt like she could see straight through whatever you were trying to hide. I'm just tired of it all, I feel... I don't know, like a slave, like I'm just a filthy disgusting dog following orders... If I'm not, I'll get punished, yelled at, or deminished like a piece of trash. No longer would I take that old fuck orders or have to listion to another fart, cough, or sneeze from that old dirty cum rag bitch I call a great grandma. So it was time to get my plan in order, I'll could come into his room first, asking for the keys to the safe, after he gives it up. I'll fucking beat his head in until I see brains, then I'll get rid of the other old bitch of a grandma.

I've saved up some money I've earned from doing side gig work, and I ordered what you could call a kit, well, kinda like a starter pack meme in real life, just related to fucking murdering my fucking stepfather and great grandma... I have the tape to shut these basters up while I'm doing the necessities, and I don't need them yelling or alerting the neighbors while doing it. Let's not forget my favorite part. Nothing too crazy, just a classic hammer and a mother fucking hatchet. I know what you're thinking, you're judging me, aren't you all?! I'm not crazy, to be honest, I'm a victim. They've been holding me back from my potential, and I can't keep feeling like I'm wasting away. I haven't even had sex yet. Most of the people at my school have fucked plenty of sluts in my school.

Oh, I'm sorry, I mean women. But who am I kidding? Who would even want me anyway? My dad didn't even want my mom, only because she herself is a fucking slut, a cum rag, a piece of meat, nothing but a hoe that tuted it up from the back while other men hit her fishy pussy from all angles and she cheated on MY DAD! Making him leave and splitting up our family, the crude part about it... She married him, and my great-grandma supported it as if cheating is ok. I know my great-grandmother is old, been docile, as she is mostly disabled, but still, it wasn't okay, and my soul rots away when even thinking about how my family was just decimated because she couldn't keep her fucking legs closed, and I'm about to teach these shit stains a lesson with even doing all this bullshit in the first place because it's there fault.

I don’t think anyone noticed how much I was slipping.

Or maybe they did, and it just didn’t matter.

School felt distant. Friends felt like something other people had. Everything blurred together—days repeating, thoughts looping, nights stretching longer than they should. Sleep stopped feeling like rest. It felt like waiting.

By the night of February 25th, I hadn’t really slept in days.

The house was too quiet.

Not peaceful—never peaceful. Just heavy, like something sitting on your chest. I lay there staring into the dark, replaying everything. Words, looks, moments that didn’t seem important at the time but wouldn’t leave me alone now.

The clock kept ticking.

I got up without deciding to. My body just moved. The hallway felt longer than it should have, shadows stretching across the walls. I told myself I was just walking. Just trying to clear my head.

But I didn’t stop.

I knew they were asleep.

That thought stayed clear while everything else blurred. There was no anger anymore.

Just a numb feeling, just a cold, steady feeling, like something had already been decided somewhere deep inside me.

I walked into his room, hammer in my hand, and well, I blacked out...I didn't even bother to ask about the safe. I've just started bluggning him like a wild man, every hit felt like I was cracking more and more into his skull, and it was bloody, really bloody by the time I stopped, he was twitching while coughing out blood with every breath he took, blood came down his throat, making him spit blood back up. I didn't even finish him off; I wanted him to suffer, seeing what I did, I felt nothing, I even went as far as licking the freash blood off the hammer like it was my first time eating pussy, and it tasted emacoglened, and I felt like I was the one in charger, and then I left him to die and was off to my grandma.

I walked to her door and slowly pushed it wide open. It smelled like mothballs and an old bingo hall, but she looked so peaceful, so sweet, even though she was sick, she was still my great-grandmother, and I almost wanted to not to do it. But I had a plan, and I'm going through with it. I started walking towards her until I saw her eyes open, asked me, "Łukasz, what are you doing?" I had hesitated a little, but something came in me. I ran to her, each step sounding like a train as I moved my fat ass closer to her, almost sounding like a train as my fat fucking feet slammed on the floor after every step. She yelled only for a second though, addrenaline gotten over me and I've hacked her to pieces or at least I tired hacking her to peaices but ended up spliting her head open with at least 3 or 5 hits to her head, face, and upper body, If I remember the 3rd try my hatchet got stuck in her skull, which lead me to using a bit of force to get it out squirting more blood on the wall as I pull the hatchet out of her skull

And then it was over.

Too fast.

The silence came back, but it had changed. It wasn’t heavy anymore. It was hollow.

I stood there, trying to understand what I’d done, but nothing fit together. The house didn’t feel like mine. It didn’t feel like anything.

The clock was still ticking.

Only now, it sounded like it was counting down to something I couldn’t stop. But then I had to finish the ending of the video, yes, I have recorded everything... at the time I was hoping I could look back on it... I recorded with an outro, and I hope all of ya'll enjoy.

The Kadłub Case: A Night of Violence and a Trail Left Online

In the early hours of February 25–26, 2026, a quiet home in Kadłub, a village in Poland’s Opole region, became the center of a deeply disturbing case. Seventeen-year-old Łukasz G. is accused of killing his 38-year-old stepfather and 87-year-old great-grandmother while they slept.

Investigators described the attack as deliberate and severe, noting that the victims were targeted inside their own home during the night. The case quickly drew national attention, not only because of the ages involved, but because of what followed after the killings.

After the incident, Łukasz reportedly recorded and uploaded videos online. In one clip, he appeared to rehearse movements with a tool. In another, he calmly identified himself and admitted to killing two people in his house. During the recording, he attempted to justify his actions, referencing stress, family issues, and pressure related to school and work. He also claimed responsibility for recent false bomb threats in Poland, though authorities continue to verify those statements.

The videos were discovered by a woman in Starachowice County, who alerted police. Poland’s Central Cybercrime Bureau traced the IP address back to Kadłub. When officers arrived at the residence, they found the bodies of the victims inside.

A manhunt was launched immediately. The following day, Łukasz was located near the Oder River in Krapkowice County, where he had been hiding in a makeshift shelter. He was taken into custody without further incident. Items believed to be connected to the crime were recovered nearby and secured as evidence.

The case remains under active investigation. Authorities are working to determine motive, mental state, and whether any of the suspect’s online claims are credible. As proceedings continue, the incident has raised broader concerns about youth violence, online behavior, and the warning signs that may go unnoticed before tragedies occur.

...So, why did he do it?!

There isn’t a single clean answer—and that’s the uncomfortable truth.

In cases like this, especially involving someone as young as 17-year-old Łukasz G., motives are usually a mix of factors rather than one clear “reason.” Based on patterns seen in similar crimes, a few possibilities tend to come up:

1. Long-term abuse or resentment
If there was conflict in the household—especially involving a step-parent—it can build into deep anger over time. Teenagers don’t always have the tools to process that kind of emotion, and it can turn into something explosive. That doesn’t justify it, but it can explain how rage gets that extreme.

2. Psychological or mental health issues
Acts described as unusually brutal often point to something deeper going on mentally—possible untreated disorders, emotional detachment, or a break from reality. Violence at that level usually isn’t impulsive in the normal sense—it’s distorted thinking.

3. Suppressed anger reaching a breaking point
Sometimes it’s not one big event, but years of smaller things stacking up. Feeling trapped, powerless, or ignored can build pressure until it snaps all at once.

4. Lack of intervention
In a lot of these situations, there are warning signs—behavior changes, aggression, isolation—but they go unnoticed or unaddressed.

What stands out most is the method and timing—attacking people while they slept suggests planning, not just a sudden outburst. That points more toward built-up intent than a moment of panic... I hope and pray that the victims and their families find peace.

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Disclaimer:

Some details in this article have been exaggerated or stylized for dramatic and horror-focused purposes, which may include sarcasm and humor for storytelling purposes. This piece is intended strictly for entertainment within the dark, horror-true-crime genre and is NOT meant to mock, disrespect, or diminish the real tragedy of anyone's situation or circumstances. Our deepest condolences remain with the victim's family, friends, and loved ones.