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Murder.Always a bone-chilling subject.But for Hermione,murder was common.First her father,then her grandma and last of all, her baby brother Leo.Murder had ruined Hermione's life.Now another...
Morris woke up. Her eyes taking a little time to adjust to the light. The room was large. The walls and floor seemed to be made from aluminium. The lights from the ceiling reflecting on every surface.
He takes out his rubbish. Gives a nod to the neighbour. He gets a satisfaction knowing. That they are blissfully unaware. Of the person he really is. As a child he felt the same.
The briefing room back at the station was silent. Not one of the twenty five officers knew what to say when Anderson walked into the room. It had been a long night.
I've built our house of horrors its murder perfect, to serve a purpose, I think we're hated, well that's okay we'll leave our victims sedated, they asked for this it was fated, look at the house of...
On the night of May 13 1996 Kyle Hawking experienced.. Something different... His reports have all been denied as he tried to give them to the press but I have found a..letter.
"FREEZE. POLICE. PUT THE WEAPON DOWN" Stan heard those words and plunged his knife deep into Lucy's chest. Atleast now he was sure she was dead. Little bitch had ran from him.
Anderson and Morris were on the road. Driving back in Anderson's Volvo from Bayview. Both were still a little shaken from the interview with Alice.
Sketch The Interrogation Opens up on an enclosed room, a table, two chairs and a tape recorder occupy the space. Officer; Where were you on the night of the 8th August Mr Monroe.
Miranda Wood was channel six's local news reporter. It was her job to go out into town, and report back on all the exciting news going on. Sadly there was hardly ever any actual news.
I knew what I had to ask. Picking up the phone again, I re-dialled the number. Again, the ringing noise... "Hello again, Hudson, I assume you have your question?" The deep voice bellowed down the...
Do you ever notice that you're accidentally following someone as you walk home in the half-light haze of the evening sky. Do you ever continue to follow them, just to see where they go.
Chapter 7 - Bandages There was a blindingly obvious bandage attached to my face the next day. Atleast it covoured up the wound in the side of my head.
I grabbed out my mobile, my hand trembling. What could be on the other end of the line. I could hear my own heartbeat pound and pound, as the phone started to ring. I froze.
The sun was beating down hard. Looking up at the sky there wasn't a cloud to be seen. Newport Street was quiet and peaceful.
Once upon a time not so long ago, in a town not too dissimilar to yours. There lived an old man in an old run down house. He was the kind of person you knew existed, but no one ever saw.
Anderson had gone home. It had been a long couple of days. He had managed five hours sleep, and had started to feel a little more human.
They think I'm insane. Believing that the prince of darkness is real. They don't think I'm a criminal; they think I'm insane. And that's why I'm here.
(sorry for those who enjoyed the first parts, sorry it took so long) Your probably wondering who I am; well, I'm a man, if that helps. I'm 27. I study law. Ironic isn't it.
There once was a family of five. Three children and two parents, who loved their kids with all their hearts. This family lived in a nice home in a quaint little town called Bakerston.
A continuation of First Time A rasping sound escaped her lips, as if she hadn't taken a breath in a long, long time. Her eyes were wide, and confused. Hadn't she died. She was sure he killed her.
Detective Larson loved this part. After the 'John' had been booked and processed, it was effectively his job to scare the living Jesus out of them, in hope that they weren't caught curb crawling...
(2nd in The Fourth series!) A man walked into his large mansion on Caine street, where all the rich people lived. A new person had just moved into the small neighborhood, right next store.
I put the case files down again, after searching for clues or anything to try to help us.