Candyman is one of those spooky games that kids play at sleepovers. Some examples of other spooky games are Bloody Mary, Cat Scratch, and the Ouija board. Although this game does not cause an evil woman to come into your mirror, it could cause a vengeful spirit to come into your house looking for revenge.
He would have gotten away with it, if it was not for your meddling DNA. It has been heavily improving the law enforcement role. Forensic scientists have gone from collecting only evidence to now collecting DNA-matching suspects through their families. More reasons why this new technology has become important: because it could put an end to cold cases, cause fear in others for them not to commit crimes, and it could help the victims of families get the closure they need.
On December 24th, 1945, the Sodder family had a house fire that officials claimed was accidental. The fire had presumably claimed the lives of five of nine children even though no physical evidence was found of their remains. The coroner's office had ruled the fire as accidental due to faulty wiring but Jennie had seen lights on during the fire. This means that if the fire was truly because of faulty wiring, there would have been no electricity that could have been on, thus meaning the fire was not accidental because of the lights on inside the house. One part that is sketchy about the whole thing with the kids going missing is the fact that when the neighbors called the fire station there was no reply. When the fire department was alerted by a neighbor, around 2:30 AM, they did not arrive to the Sodder house until around 8 AM. The house was two and a half miles away from the fire station.
Picture this, a college student with nothing to lose. She does not procrastinate. She is a lighthearted soul that can do no wrong. The definition of who we are expected to become. Who I wish I was. But I sit here writing this essay, a great example of one of the seven deadly sins: Sloth. I knew this essay was due on that Friday. Yet here I am, the day it is due, typing this out as if nothing is wrong. Everything is wrong. It is a societal norm of a college student to procrastinate. Statements such as, “If the due date is not tomorrow, today is not the do date,” or my personal favorite, “Cs get degrees,” as if that is any better than doing your work the first time.
I have always been depressed. Looking back on my childhood, through all my memories, although at times I was happy. Deep deep down, I was always sad. I am 18 now and it took me a long time to be able to fully admit to myself that I have something wrong with me. But with me, having this problem is just who I am. I am not less of a person because I have depression or because I want to die, I am still a human being who deserves everything a “normal person” would get.
They told me it was all in my head.