...After the confusing start to my day on the bus, I went inside my house and saw the newspaper on the ground. I dropped everything and reached the point of fainting. I front of me was the headline that read, "Man caught on tape killing wife and kids," with the picture of the man from the bus on it. I rushed into my room, locking all doors, knowing that I have lost my sleep. I took two days off from work to relieve myself from the shock. The two days flew by and I just finished my day shift on my first day back to work after the short gap. As I turned the corner towards my street, my jaw dropped in astonishment. There he stood, the man from the bus, on my front porch. Despite the fact that he was a murderer, his face looked purely innocent. So, being the nice person I am, I let him into my house. "It's so nice of you to act in such a homely manner," he said starting the conversation. "Maybe I was wrong, maybe this man was truly innocent. What if the truth is yet to be revealed?" I thought to myself. "Well, you certainly seem like a gentleman. Anyways, what brings you here?" I asked as politely as I could. He started hesitantly, "You probably read the newspaper with me on the front page. I'm came to tell you what actually happened. "What do you mean?" I asked in commotion. "It wasn't me! Do you think that I would kill my beloved family? It was the night before I saw you on the bus, I got home where I saw man with a knife entering my room....
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...the first murder, I actually committed this murder a day before the indicated date on the letter. To be precise, on July 24th I killed Betty after midnight. But, you see, these two murders were not the real ones—the third one was the most important! I intentionally made the third letter go astray from Mr. Poirot because then the police would be only on my trail after I finished the murder. I was safe as long as no one suspected me. That was, until Mr. Poirot came up with his theory of how I was the murderer!” I replied hastily. Abruptly, Inspector Glen clicked on the recording tape and thoughtfully paused. “Well, Mr. Clarke it appears that we have all of the information that we need from you for your confession. So that is that, come along...
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...The rotten flesh of a dead child can be smelled from a mile away, and the salty water of his mother’s tears can be tasted by many people within the radius of the mile. What crime did he commit? What such a crime that he was shot to death without so much as the movement of his killer’s hair? All of these questions run through my mind as I walk down the street carefully, so as not to trip on one of the many potholes in the road. I hear the typical whispers of gossipers, saying that the boy’s mother hasn’t moved from his murder scene in the past five days; they believe that she chose to die next to him through starving herself instead of living with her loose. While I’m hesitant to believe it, I know that it’s true; everybody knows that it’s...
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...The day was January 15, 1949 and I was the private detective on scene. I wasn’t hired but I find these murders entertaining. At first there were no suspects. My job was hard since there wasn’t anything like this before. I tried to link it to the Cleveland Torso Murders but I tossed that idea out since there were differences and the distance between them. I decided to take my investigation to the next level. Elizabeth Short was a call girl. She must have been on her way to a call when she was murdered. I hired a call girl to come to my house and once she was there I explained my plan. I was going to have her trace the last call that Ms. Short recieved and I was going to walk the same path dressed as a female to the call. If the murderer is...
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...It was 7:00 p.m. on a cold Halloween night, and Roman, Noel, Tommy San, Daesh and I were all heading to the notorious Axe Murder House in Villisca, Iowa. We decided to take a tour there because it made sense to go Halloween night. When we finally arrived at the house after a 4hr and 30min drive I had changed my mind about the old, broken down house. I personally don’t like haunted houses but everyone said I needed to get out of my comfort level and try new things. As soon as I was able to make the car come to a full stop, everyone jumped out with so much excitement except for me. “Get out of the car, now!” Roman screamed at me like a madman. “Yea, come on Tasia we have driven too far for you to not come” Noel stated with the most serious face....
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...Mr. Boddy’s Murder It was early evening on Friday the 13th 1971 when I got the call. It was Mr. Boddy and he was inviting me to his 30th birthday party at his mansion. I have had a grudge against Mr. Boddy for the past couple of years because he got away with murdering my dog and stealing my car, so I saw this as the perfect opportunity to get him back. When it was almost time for the party I put on my shoes, threw on my jacket, grabbed my pistol, and jumped in my car. When I got into my car, I hid the pistol so no one would know that I had a weapon. After hiding the pistol in a safe place, I drove off and headed to Mr. Boddy’s mansion. When I pulled up to the haunted and scary looking mansion there was someone who was standing...
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...they still could not crack the case. The mystery of the murder of my sister was the talk of the town. Everyone wanted to figure out who killed Rachael Smith. I had seen my sister just in the morning on the day she was killed. Rachael had seemed her normal self. I had not suspected anything was wrong with her. We had gone to breakfast on the boardwalk. She ordered her usual two chocolate chip pancakes and a side order of beacon. After breakfast, we went to visit our mother who was in the hospital. Our mom had been diagnosed with breast cancer eight months prior. The doctors said she should die any day now, and my sister and I were at peace with the thought of our mother being with our father in heaven. Our mother knew her days were numbered, so during our visit at the hospital, she decided to have her attorney read her will aloud to us before she died. Since my...
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...In the future I see an increase murder, especially the murder the of African Americans and other minorities. I say this because we are going through a time where minorities are being killed senselessly. The occurrence of these murders are increasing at alarming rate. Many do not classify these as murders, however according to Seigel, they are just that. I do hope to change this future with my career as a lawyer, but I know that I can’t change this on my own. There aren't any campaigns specific to murder, however there are several campaigns for violence. Do The Write Thing (DTWT) is a campaign for youth violence that gives youth the opportunity to make a commitment to not be involved in violence and voice how they would resolve the problem,...
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...When I came home from school on Thursday and found out that there was no school on friday I was excited, not knowing what was coming. My Pawpaw is the captain of a tow boat. That Saturday he called us to tell us that he was in Corpus Christi at the time of the storm. We were all really scared because he was on a boat in the middle of a hurricane and we didn´t know what would happen to him. Momma was talking to Daddy about how she saw on Facebook that Pawpaw’s boat sank. I saw her grab her phone suddenly and try to call him. She shook her head and said it went straight to voicemail. She didn’t know that I overheard her and my Father’s conversation, so she went in her room and locked the door. I started to get really worried because I was scared because she didn’t say if Pawpaw had escaped from the boat or not. Two hours had passed and my Dad came into me and my Aunt’s room and called us into the living room. They never did that unless something really bad had happened with a family member, so I got really nervous and prepared myself for the worst. My Father looked at us for a while, I presume, trying to figure out how to tell us the news which made me even more nervous. He told us that Pawpaw was okay. He said that the boat sunk and him and his crew members had to climb into the barge. Momma was sitting behind Daddy and I saw tears forming in her eyes. I hate seeing her cry because she has never cried in front of us. Daddy proceeded to tell us that the barge was floating in the...
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...“Murder in Deep Creek,” that is what the headline read this morning. I couldn’t believe my eyes to see what I was reading. “Murder, murder, murder”, that’s all I could think about. Just to think it happened right here in this town. It happened not less than a mile away from my house, someone was brutally killed for no reason, his life ended right here in this town. Ryan Sochat was his name. He was a very sweet boy who was a sophomore with me at Deep Creek High School. I went with him a couple of nights ago to work on a history project, but it wasn’t a date or anything of that sort because I have a boyfriend. I talked to him a couple of times too, now to think about it, I talked to him yesterday at the end of school while we were waiting for...
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...Penelope checked for a pulse but she confirmed her fears, Abigail was gone. When the police came Penelope was the first suspect. Abigail had over dosed on some of Penelope’s pain killers she had been prescribed after a back surgery a few months back. But Penelope kept them locked up and didn’t give anyone the combination to her safe, not even Abigail. She was entirely confused. As the trial came, Penelope was accused of her friend’s death due to the fact her finger prints were the only ones found on the medication bottle, and she was the only one with the combination to her safe. She was devastated, not only had she lost her best friend, but she was also being accused for her murder. Penelope couldn’t believe it, who in the world could’ve done this and framed her? As she thought on it, it finally hit her. The boys from fall break. Alec, the boy that was hanging out with Abigail, had severely burned his hands when he was younger and was forced to wear gloves to protect them from any direct and harmful...
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...Welcome to my nightmare, discussing the forensics on your own family's murder case. Everything becomes a blur, I couldn’t even hear what the detective was saying, I just stared, fixed to the carpet beneath my feet. Dead. My family, my girls, my beautiful girls gone. A feeling of sickness arose as well as many unanswered questions, to which sickened me. The detective sat awaiting my response. He'd already told me what had happened but I couldn't bring myself to speak about the tragedy that took place. After drumming up the courage to speak to the detective, I had wound myself up to the point of sickness to where I found myself in the bathroom, vomiting until it felt like there was nothing left apart from my cold and empty soul. Then went back to staring, just sat on...
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...I commited my first murder at the age of twelve. I had killed before but it was only animals to stop my craving for life. On December 15, 1993, however, I killed for the carnal sake of killing. Taking the life did not feel wrong. Not when she pleaded for her life. Not when my freshly sharpened knife entered her body. Not when I saw the life exit her body. You may feel appalled byme. It may not change your feelings, but let me explain I did not kill just any human being. I killed someone who deserved it. I have a code to both safely satisfy my needs and, in some sense, do some good. I must be prepared and never leave leave a trace that I was ever there, never kill an innocent, and only kill the ones who have escaped the justice system. The code was created to protect me from myself and my dark passenger. I think of myself as a hero, not someone with...
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...In an unfortunate circumstance, a mentally handicapped 12-year-old boy was killed. He was shot in the leg, fell and hit his head on the corner of the dresser, which fractured his skull and caused his death. The shooter, Katie, is claiming self-defense as an excuse for the murder. The case should be examined further before any decision can be made as to if this excuse is a just one. On one hand, this boy was completely harmless. He was new to the neighborhood, and happened to mistake Katie’s apartment for his own. On top of that, his mental disability provides further information that can explain why a 12-year-old boy could make this error. Katie may have woke up feeling disoriented and couldn’t tell whether this figure was a child or a man,...
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...The last time I wrote in here I wrote about a murder that changed my life. This murder is the reason I’m writing this journal in the first place. It has kept me up for years now something that I can’t not forget. So if you are reading this and you don’t like being kept up night then quit reading now. I got a call around eight am, there had been a homicide in a rich suburban area just inside are jurisdiction. So I grabbed my coat off my desk and headed out. On my way there I stopped and got a coffee figuring that it was another typical robbery gone bad. How I was completely wrong. When I got there my partner Detective Smith was waiting on me. He came and said it was nothing like he had ever seen before. He went on saying how it’s the type...
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