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He did not bother to think of how the clothes may have reached inside the room. Instead, he got dressed into them, and headed out the door.
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Each body was in the same place and position as it was in Mike's dream. This was a strange occurrence, a very strange one, he thought.
He stared at MJ's body, crumpled on the floor of the cottage, with its throat slit opened, just as he had dreamt it. He wished he had listened to Annie-Mae, and stay away from the damned place.
So far, the incidents he dreamed of turned out to be real, all except one: the Throat Slasher. That, to him, was quite a mystery.
Mystery or not, Mike was certain of one thing: if he existed, then, the Throat Slasher would have to be found.
This, though, was a real life situation, so he would not be doing any sleuthing. He would be calling in the authorities. Yeah, it was about
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You are catching on."
"Well, that was easy to figure out."
"Yeah, I guess so." Mr. Riley acknowledged, and paused for a few seconds, which seemed like minutes to an anxious Clarkson.
Clarkson was about to speak, when Mr. Riley continued.
"So, early one morning, someone found Arlene's body in a room at The McGrath's. It appeared as if she was attacked while she slept. It was never proven that Michael committed the murder, so he wasn't convicted."
"Tell me, Mr. Riley, in what manner was Arlene attacked?" Clarkson queried.
"Her heart was punctured, and her throat slashed. She was almost beheaded."
"I suspected; just wanted to make sure. However, something else is puzzling me."
"What is it?"
"If the court lacked evidence to convict Mr. Redding, how can you say he wasguilty?"
"I am getting there."
"Another thing, Mr. Riley, if Mr. Redding killed Arlene, and Arlene found some way of taking revenge, as you say, then I can understand why Mr. Redding family members were killed. However, why would she kill the McGraths?"
"That, too, will be revealed."
"Okay, I'm
Mike was also a paranoid person. For example, he gave the wrong address and phone number to the school so if something happened they could not contact him.
Daisy’s face was filled with fear as she slowly stood up and walked around the room. “She was…she was killed?” Daisy questioned in a trembling voice.
People of the court, we’re here today on behalf of our defendant, Mary Maloney. Our defendant is not guilty of first degree murder, which she has been charged with. After hearing Mary’s testimony it is obvious that Mary reacted under the influence of pregnancy hormones, past insanity, and extreme stressful anxiety.
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.
Walking across a dark alley in the dead center of East London, I frequently see prostitutes flaunting themselves towards simple-minded men. My urge for a vengeance massacre has never escalated to this peak, as I have killed four prostitutes in the past few days. These four killings are just the beginning of the finest murderer in East London. My identity remains unknown, but I call myself Jack the Ripper.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
And in the other room, Mary Maloney began to giggle” (11). The reality is that the murder weapon was right under their noses. This is different from the initial expectation because the investigators believed that it was hidden
Hastings reminded him that it was probably just a hoax. But later that night they received word that a woman, Mrs. Ascher, had been murdered in Andover. They quickly traveled there and went to her shop. They looked around and...
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
She was suddenly startled by Joan’s sudden shriek. “There is blood on your pillow; did you have a nose bleed or something?” Joan investigated the spots of blood on Daisy’s pillow. I was hoping it could have been a dream, Daisy thought. “I think I bumped my head somehow last night, and probably cut it.”
At this point, Mike was just about to give up since he is extremely exhausted and has also ran out of essential supplies (food and water). But he remembered that if he completed the errand and returned to Mevia, he and his best friend would be able to transform the harsh environment they live in into the beautiful place it was meant to be. So, Mike persists and moves on.
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.
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.
The cost to him was the loss of that wretched hat. It fell to the sea lest I would have had it burned otherwise. Though its truer purpose be a veiled mask, for the cur’s face be not a his and not so hideous as I once thought. It was hiding a radiant skin, brown and velvet, covered in a sheen of sweat and exhilaration. I caught sight of dark locks descending into spirals down her back, wild and unpinned. Long lashes framed her upturned eyes giving them the shape of olives, like the olives of Cerignola, for they be just as green. How could this be? I so believed her a man or was I convinced by the mere height of her stature. Taller still than some of our men, though I did not look down upon her, but held my eyes to a parallel gaze.
While he was running he saw a guy holding a gun, John knew that he was the murderer because he had blood on him, and he was going into a house that was across the street from John’s house. “Don’t move” John yelled. The murderer immediately went into the house, John was so enraged he ran into the house too. When John heard the murderer go up stairs John walked around the house hesitantly. John found a suspicious suitcase that was closed, “I wonder what would be inside” he whispered to himself.