It was roughly four days since the disastrous get together at the lake. I remember all the party animals drinking and dancing near the campfire. My three brothers and I were trying to avoid mostly everyone. Puke was along the lines from drinking too much, even the people drinking “water” although everyone was enjoying themselves at the very least. Four days passing, a simple college party at the lake, people had fallen, and the bad thing about that is that I new the that the party would turn to the worse. All of my brothers had killed them, pools upon pools of blood. Their body parts were broken apart one by one. With all the puke that was once from the ground had turned into death. “Jeffrey, I know you don’t like these kinds of things, but …show more content…
I walked in, to find a place to quickly hid and I did. It was in small fit inside a kitchen cabinet under the sink. There was a small hole I could look through. I heard the front door open and quickly shut. I prayed that those killers, whom I could no longer call a brother, would never find me. I heard heavy breathing, but not a single word. They were panicking and out of breathe, running towards one of the bedrooms. I was shocked, I didn’t know there was someone who was able to escape those heathens, but then I realized I was one of them. I told them about the party, and they started to plan about killing everyone, I said nothing to the police and it was my fault. Then the door was swoon open again, and I knew, that was my brother. He yelled out that the others had left from the woods and searching for not me but someone else. I’ve only heard footsteps afterwards and I could see someone sprint toward the living room and got an object, which looked like a radio. I was sure that my brother was knocked out since, the person who had the radio was talking with someone for at least 20 minutes and then ran out the door. So, I went out of my hiding spot, and quickly ran to the door, but it …show more content…
I aim the gun at his face and shot it. Although, it only scratched his face since I was too scared to aim correctly, and ran into the woods as fast as I could. He started to chase me and shoot at me. I seemed to have lost him since he had lost faith in me and chased the witness. “Although, I kept on running because I was not sure, and you tackled me, sheriff. Lock me up, I do not care, I am not a murderer.” I said to the sheriff in the closeted room. “Then, where are your brothers?” “Gone, I do not know.” “Oh, but you see, you said you were listening on their plan did you not? They were sure to have said and exit point.” “Not to me, I was the coward in the group.” “Ah, alright. You guys take him.” He said to the two cops once he went outside the room. The witness scorned at me as I was escorted out of the room and justice was never
I. Intro. - Imagine you are sitting home one night with nothing to do. Your parents have gone away for the weekend and there is absolutely no one around. So you sit around that night watching TV for awhile but find nothing on worth watching. You go on upstairs to your room and get ready for bed. Turn off the lights, lay down, and close your eyes. All of a sudden you here a crash of glass in your kitchen. You rush to your feet and put your ear to the door listening to what’s going on downstairs. You begin to hear the voice of two men as they start going through the living room, making their way to the stairs, right outside your room. What do you do? You aren’t going to confront them since its just you—remember you thought you heard two of them right? Well you are really stuck in your room and all you can do is sit there hoping that they leave soon and don’t harm you. Now if it were at my house things would be a little bit different. For starters I would get out my shotgun from my closet and begin to see what is gin on down stairs.
got very angry and started shooting. They fought for two hours, but eventually fell short of
How did we miss this? It was right there all along. Thought the detective. He replayed the tape, showing an almost exact replica of the man rotting in prison for the same killings that had taken place more than 20 years previously. Only this time it wasn’t Brian Peters, but rather his younger brother, Aaron. He was only 7 or so when Brian was caught, he must have had instruction from his brother. There’s no other way he would have been able to replicate all the signature details, Burcks concluded. When he had briefly interviewed Aaron two weeks ago he had seemed nothing like is brother, aside from his looks. Aaron had seemed much friendlier, not at all capable of doing something like this.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was at golf practice. It was a gorgeous day. The sun was out, there was just a slight breeze, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. No one could have asked for a better day.
“He was found in his desk chair, according to Chief Rosco. We called the police when he wasn't home, around, quarter past one, I think. They called us to tell us he was dead around two, and that's when I called you. Also, he was killed with scissors on his desk, oddly enough,” I nodded at the information. I asked if the police could get Mr. Bone`s assistant, since all the workers were present. James Blue soon came, and I started to interrogate him. He seemed nervous, fidgeting, but I could tell he wasn't guilty, just nervous.
I received the call that my brother had overdosed when I was going to a haunted house with a couple of my friends. My mother had not known the severity and told me not to worry. Steven had overdosed in the past so I was not as concerned as I should have been. My friends and I kept on with our festivities and then they dropped me off at my house. There was no one home and I became distressed. When I called my mother she told me to just go to bed and that they would be home soon. I forced myself to sleep. I was in a daze when my mother and father came into my room to tell me that my brother was dead. I don’t know what happened in my brain, but I could not talk and I could not cry. I believe I brushed it off as an awful nightmare. My unconscious demeanor scared my parents so they kept sending people in my room trying to get through to me. I woke up to my best friend hugging me, not saying a word, and then she left. I woke up to my grandma holding my hand with tears flowing down her eyes, not saying a word, and then she left. I woke to my godmother speaking about grief and how I needed to believe that he was gone, and then she left. How was I supposed to believe that my brother was no longer on this earth? I sat there on my bed alone as the idea of my brother dying crept into my mind. My heart began to literally ache. I cried hysterically for hours on hours. It has been a year since he has passed and it doesn’t get any
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
We had never been to a party, besides a few nights were we split a case of beer, upon arrival to the party, it was clear, we were in over our heads. There was an open bar, twenty-two kegs, and a table with an array of different types of drugs. Much like the town members in “The Lottery”, mob mentality took over myself and my group of friends as we were convinced to partake in the different libations of the night. As the night progressed so did the items that we were consuming. We started with beer and didn’t think to much of it, but when a group of seniors came and challenged us to do Jager bombs the night took off. We were all concerned, at first, but as the alcohol soaked into our brains we were just looking for the next thing to take our mind off how sore our bodies were from the earlier practice. Until finally it was time to leave, and piss drunk we all climbed into vehicles to drive home. I was in a lifted Jeep Cherokee with six of my teammates when the driver lost control and went off the road. As we were barreling toward a tree line the car seemed to increase in speed, and when the vehicle hit two large elm trees the car stopped instantly. Myself and the driver were thrown through the windshield, and everyone else in the backseat collided with the foot and a half diameter limb that went through the center of the windshield. The limb broke my best friends arm, broke another friends nose, and it had stopped on our starting point guards chest. What we didn’t realize was that the limb had crushed his ribcage and fluid was pouring into his lungs. Luckily, none of us were knocked out except for him, and we were able to call 911, the paramedics got their quickly, and he was airlifted to a hospital about twenty minutes away. Waiting for the ambulance was terrible, my friend was laying helpless on the ground, coughing up blood and struggling
It was just a normal day. I was living at home with only me, John, and my mom. My dad had died trying to protect the village from a wild animal from the forest. My mom wanted me to go to the market and get some food. So I did. As I made it to the market I could see all of the things being traded. I went to were the food was being traded and traded some stuff for some food. As returned home I noticed a couple of strange voices I didn’t notice. I walked into the house. It got dead silent. Then all last I heard were gunshots until everything went black.
I was asleep in the middle of the night when I herd a sound coming from outside of my house I woke up and I ran to my brother's room, he was sleeping in the bed with his girlfriend, I woke him up and said that I had herd a sounds outside the door, he said: "be quiet, do not make a sound", I did as he said and then I saw that he took a gun out from the madras, then he walked to the door and started to listen to the door then he saw out of the window and saw three guys one was in a car and two that was robbing his car, he was so mad that he kicked down the door and started shooting, he got one of them then he started to shoot at the car, he didn't hit the one inside but he did hit the other guy that was running away, he dragged him to the sidewalk and said: "open your mouth and put it on the curve", he did as my brother told him to do, the man was shaking by fear, then my brother started to scream and started kicking his head, he kicked his head so hard that he broke his neck and jaw, the man died instantly, then my brother saw the police and he just starred at me, he started walking towards the cops, they said: "don't move, put your hands behind your head and get down on your knees", my brother did as they said, he was thrown in jail for two years
As I close my eye and hear nothing but the world, I also heard water dripping from the bathroom. Not only dripping water but water rushing as if someone put it on slowly. I didn't want to hear it anyone so I cover my ears quick trying to forget what I just hear. Shortly after I don't hear the water anymore but only my auntie walking around cooking in the kitchen. I got up and walk to the kitchen finding so yummy food, but sadly I have to walk past the bathroom. I didn't want to go near it or look in it. I want to used the door that connect the bedroom and the kitchen, but my auntie don't let. After breakfast, my mom came and pick my sister and me up to go back home. On our way home, lee told my mom about what she saw last night. Lee told my
I first became interested in astronomy when my 7th science grade teacher was teaching us how black holes work. Although I didn’t understand much of what I was being taught, I began to have tons of question on the subject. This longing for answers lead me to seek the help required to understanding the universe. I began to read more books and seeked help from those who might help me answer my questions. I plan to pursue my interest in USC by taking advantage of the astronomy programs that they offer and push my understanding of astronomy so that I can ask more thought provoking questions to myself as well as my peers. I am also hoping to take part research opportunities in the astronomy or cosmology fields.
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,
It all started one hot summer morning at sunrise, July 5th 2012 around 3 am the day after the 4th of July holiday. I was awakened by the crying and screaming of my family over me yelling at me “Get UP FUNMI PLEASE”! And as I jumped up startled and shaking wondering what’s going on walking into my, mother’s room seeing a rainfall of tears fall down her face, she then tells me with the most hurtful voice ever “YOUR BROTHER HAS BEEN SHOT AND KILLED”! I completely went into shock as, I could feel my heart drop I started to panic badly wishing, and praying, and hoping saying to myself I wish that someone would pinch me, and wake me up from this terrible dream. The news I had gotten at that moment felt so unreal never would a day go pass in, which I would have thought about going through a loss of one of my siblings this soon.
The worst day of my life began innocently enough with my small group of friends preparing to explore a cave. Each month the four of us, I, Jill, John, and Ted, would choose two or three caves and spend our weekends engrossed in exploring them. Today’s cave was a special one; it afforded just a small window of opportunity for exploration because it flooded completely with each high tide. As we checked our packs and made sure all our spelunking and survival gear was in order, a rather jovial, but sizable, fellow by the name of Scott Porker happened by and asked if he could join our group. We agreed, as we were always happy to be in the company of a kindred spirit, and since the tide had just gone out we began our descent into the cave.