The Perfect Murder? Oh no. OH NO, OH NO, OH NO! How could you think this was possible? I could never tell you my story in 500 words. I am already down to just 468, so i better hurry up! But what i can tell you is the the real story, the truth of the summer back in 1989. Our story began on a stormy night: I didn’t mean to kill her, but in a way i did. But now she is gone, gone for good. I was only 19, and already a murderer! A picture paints a thousand words, they say, and in my case it sure did! I didn’t know what to do with her body. do i throw it in a river? Do i hide it in the forest? No, that's just cruel! I decided to just have it buried, by me obviously. But then more questions flooded my mind, all the details i hadn't thought about, and there was lots of them! I thought the easiest way was to bury it was in a graveyard, but just without a gravestone. That’s easy enough, right? Or was it… …show more content…
I searched the internet for the nearest graveyard. The closest one was called ‘Twisted Oak Graveyard’, funny name eh? All i had to do now was to wait till nightfall, that's easy enough. But you have no idea how nervous i was. By now, the police must be looking for her, and if they came to my house, what would i say? I looked at the time, and thank God, it was 9:00pm! It was dark outside and it was now or never. I put her body in a bag, and then chucked it in my boot. Then i realised i left my shovel in the house, and went inside to grab it. On my way out, i walked past a painting, it was like the eyes in the painting followed me down the
His opposer stands triumphantly as he thought to have succeeded in his mission. “How ill mannered is he?” the sniper murmured to himself with a devious smile. Standing tall in all black; blazer, bow tie, socks, Balmoral shoes, with the button up also to be corresponding. He appears seemingly endless like a black shadowed character made up to startle young children. The opposing sniper moves as if he is the actual Slender Man. As he stands as a vacuous man, I conjure my scheme to vanish him.
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
The Story begins on a beach with three young children playing. Violet, 14, inventor; Klaus, 12, amateur researcher; and Sunny, baby, professional biter who has not totally developed speech. When they arrive to the beach it is a cloudy foggy overcast day. Violet is spending her time here skipping rocks, Klaus is studying tide pools and Sunny is just enjoying her time being at the beach with her older siblings. Even though it is not the greatest day in the world, the children are enjoying their time spent here at their favorite place. No other people are here on beach and this gives the children a place to be alone with their imagination. While playing a gentleman is approaching, but with the fog it scares the children because they cannot see who walks beneath the fog. As the figure gets closer they start to figure out who it is. The strange figure that lurked in the fog is Mr. Poe a friend of the family. Mr. Poe comes over to the children playing and explains to the children that their parents have perished in a fire that destroyed their home. Mr. Poe explains to the children that they will have to live with his family temporarily until he can figure out a plan as to where they will go.
As Dianne was in labor, she could tell something was wrong. There was blood everywhere. The doctors were running around and in complete panic. All the wanted to do was get this over with. She had been pushing for seven hours.
Jimmy threw the door open with all of his strength and right as they were about to run, they looked down and to their fear saw Thomas’s decapitated head sitting on their welcome mat staining it with blood so badly that it was no longer recognizable as a welcome mat. With a thick dark red blood flowing out of the head and standing on the sliced spine the head started to tip over and fall. His eyes were still wide open and had a dropped jaw with blood slowly flowing down it like a waterfall. The face looked cold and lifeless as it sat there in the pool of blood. Allison screeched and slammed the door shut.
out of her head endlessly. It was a sight to see. Who would have ever
Victoria goes back downstairs and tells Cameron to call both of his parents here as she had solved the case and wanted to tell it in front of them. While Cameron is doing this Victoria calls Nick again and tells him that he is needed at 107 Pinewood Street, not telling him why other than the fact that it related to the murder case. She also calls a couple of police who were on the crime scene Once everyone had arrived at the Cordon’s House, with the Cordon’s being confused as to who Nick Nawn was. Victoria started from the beginning.
There are lots of definitions and interpretations for the term LEADERSHIP. One is “A relationship through which one person influences the behaviour or actions of other people” (Mullins, L.J. 2002, Management and Organisational Behaviour, 6th Edition, FT Publishing, p904). Another popular definition would be, “the process of influencing an organization or groups within an organization in its efforts towards achieving a goal” (Johnson, Scholes & Whittington, 2005, Exploring Corporate Strategy, 7th Edition, FT Prentice Hall, p.519)
I slid her sleeve up to check her pulse. I stopped. She had thin slices all up and down her arms. I remember when she told me she would never harm herself, she swore she would never cause herself to bleed, she told me she was afraid of knives and blades. Obviously she had overcome that fear. I placed my first two fingers on her wrist and checked for something, anything, but there was nothing. I remember picking her up in my arms, she was limp, and holding her crying “No, no, no. This is all my fault. I love you.” The next thing I remember is seeing a paramedic show up and pry me off of her lifeless body and haling her
A few days later my mom had sent me and my brother back to school.There was a knock on the door and it turns out to be two detectives to collect my mother's statement as to what happened since they had gotten a report from others.My mother had told them that they weren't going to hear the last moments of her life but her life story from the time that she came into this world until the time she left it.By the time my mother had finished the two men were in tears then they left.Days later the same two men showed up with a check in hand for five hundred dollars to help pay for my sister's funeral from them and the police department where they worked.She was buried on December 24th.What I have learned from this experience is that you have to cherish what you have before it is gone and it's too
It couldn’t contain itself. The first cut into the flesh was so pleasurable: the thought of ruining something so delicate and precious, the sound of when the red liquid pattered down on the ground and, best of all, the look of confusion and fear on a person’s face. Adrenaline mixed with insanity rushed through. The creature was crouching down on the ground with bug-eyes waiting for Annie to open the door.
We quickly left and headed to the scene of the accident. When we arrived, we saw her, she was left lying on the cold, dark, and hard street. She was hurt, bloody, unconscious, and hanging on for dear life. We followed the ambulance to the hospital praying that they could save her, but it was too late, she died on the way. I was scared I look past the doorway, looking at my sister she was lifeless. Her skull had been fractured from hitting the concrete and her long brown hair was covered in blood. She had scrapes and a cut on her leg from the rocks on the ground. I couldn't imagine ever seeing my sister in this position her body was cold, she was hurt, and she was dead. It all felt unreal she was so young, why would something like this happen. I looked at her holding her hand, crying for hours until the doctors told us it was time to say our goodbyes. We watched outside the room as the people from the funeral home covered her up with a sheet and pushed her out the door. At home I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling thinking about her and how nothing would ever be the
As the sun slowly settled, darkness began to overcome the Earth. Sickness—had come. The sickness slowly but readily crept into each home. It was the Midnight Theft. The destructive plague stole during midnight—it stole lives. Deep in the heart of Tukenasville, people were dying, and the whole country was beginning to perish. The flowers withered as they bloomed. The mountain peaks crumbled under steer weight. Animals fled to holes to live out the final moments of their life. People were distraught, and chaos was invading every planet in the macrocosm. People called me Nikolaou Gonfalon. I was the last of the Warriors of Phos. Long ago, the Sisters of Moiré ordained my doomed fate. I tried to bargain with them to change it, but in the end, I captured them and locked them up in a repository on a cliff. I was to lead the expedition to find the cure for the Midnight Theft. That, however, was not the reason why I would go on this journey. My best friend, Tolem, was dying of a rare illness called Takigifeay. It was causing the slow built up of lactic acid on his bones. I knew that death would come to him soon. Legend spoke about a necklace that can bring life to anyone or thing. It was said to have been belonged to an Oceanian, one of the water people. The Lost Jade Necklace of Serenity was what it was called, and it could bring healing to the Earth. Nonetheless, it could be the obliteration of mankind, also. I began to pack since my journey was to start at that moment.
"What’s this?” I say, staring at my companion’s screen, a photo of a youthful female, I would say 35, with long rust-coloured hair that concealed her face. My companion describes “That girl, she went missing last night.” She looks me deep into my eyes. “Someone consequently goes missing a night after the attack.”
he lights flashing red, blue, and white, blinding my eyes. Alarms surrounding me in all directions, trapped. Dogs barking, cries was heard over a mile away. My heart pounding as I wondered into town, taking long strides. The smoke hitting my nose, scrunching my face up in disgust.