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“We’ve got an obvious burglary and homicide here,” began the officer. “Victim number one, and the owner of the house has been identified as Michelle Rockwell, 29 years old, throat slit from left to right, looks like the cut gets deeper as it goes on. Seems she was killed right here. Victim number two on the other hand appears to have been stabbed in the chest, abdomen, and legs an astounding number of times in the kitchen and dragged out into the living room to rest next to the first body. His name is Calvin Haines, 33 years old. There’s also a third victim who the attacker roughed up pretty bad. Alex Cumberland, yes, the Alex Cumberland. Apparently he had been dating Ms. Rockwell, but she broke up with him a few months ago and began dating Mr. Haines soon after. Mr. Cumberland discovered some of her items at his apartment and decided to bring them back to her, where he discovered the attacker slitting Ms. Rockwell’s throat. He then busted down the door and tried to wrestle the knife out of the attackers’ hands, but the guy punched him in the face pretty bad, kicked him in the abdomen a few times, quickly stole some really valuable items, and fled the scene. Mr. Cumberland then called 911 and tried to stop Ms. Rockwell from bleeding out, but the cut was too deep. Also, he says the perp wore a mask and gloves so he couldn’t get a look at the guy’s face.”
By Taylor Patterson5 years ago in Criminal
My Soul to take II
I still had fond memories of my trip to Spain. A smile creased my lips then my eyes began to well. The stray dog— I remembered that day especially. Amazing—nearly a year had elapsed, and I could still remember that dog. Such a horrific way to leave this world—alone. At least I provided some comfort for that poor soul. I remember staring into its eyes and seeing a soul, a very sad and humble one.
By Iosefa Manu5 years ago in Criminal
Words
When I was a little girl, I say about eight years old. My friend Jeanie and I wanted a concession stand. There was a group of men standing outside with nothing to drink. It was summertime. Of course, they had something to drink, and it didn´t look like it to us!
By Marie Ehlenbach5 years ago in Criminal
Follow the Breadcrumbs
Morning has risen and I barely slept. There was a murder incident in my town. It’s on the news and in the newspaper, it’s everywhere. You cannot miss it. I live in a small town. The story is about a young woman named Holly Shelton who I went to school with. Everyone was confused and there seemed to be no clues as to why she was murdered. She was the prettiest girl in school, the captain of cheerleader team, daughter of the chief of police, the best waitress in the local diner, and her boyfriend Alex was the captain of the football team. She is simply someone who had no enemies. Her father, as the chief of the police, had sent a lot of people to prison. There were a lot of people who were his enemies. I knew Holly, but I was the biggest nerd, so I ran in a different crowd.
By Jade Renteria5 years ago in Criminal
Date Gone Wrong
My heartbeat raced wildly nearly exploding. How did I get myself into this situation? It was a date. A simple stupid date. I know my friends warned me of what could happen when online dating in New York, but none of it was supposed to happen to me. I gripped my hands together and my knuckles were turning white and my whole body was shaking. My mouth was taped over all I could do was breathe through my nose. I just have to wait for him to leave and then I can get myself out of this situation. I watched youtube videos of how kidnapped girls get themselves out of situations like this. My cellphone was still in my pocket and they still have not taken it away. Someone has to know I am in the bad part of New York. My sister was often following my steps and my whereabouts, she should know that I usually don't hang out in back alleys and dark basements. This was not my ideal situation. "Okay, I am off. You stay here," he said and he went upstairs they creaked as he proceeded outside of the basement and he shut the door and left me in the dark, cold basement tied up against the wall. He was gone finally. I reached for my shoelaces and tied them together tightly, I could hear my own breathing as I did so. I started to rub the tape of my hands against the laces. I moved quickly, back and forth, back and forth I told myself as I continued to rub the tape and laces against each other. The tape was starting to fray. I breathed as much as I could through my mouth trying to get the tape off of my mouth. The tape started to loosen. I heard footsteps and panic had filled me the hairs on the back of my neck rose. I could feel the temperature of my face rise, sweat started to drip down my forehead. The tape finally ripped.
By Adrianna M. Braun5 years ago in Criminal
The Red Haired Girl
“I feel cold and desolate.” She says in a hushed tone. Around her chilled body, there’s nothing but fog whirling throughout the air, and patches of crispy grass beneath her bare feet. Her nostrils are so frozen, her sense of smell has completely vanished.
By Diamond Holley5 years ago in Criminal
Sunk
After a messy split with my live-in girlfriend of five years, I decided to treat myself to a solo camping trip. I loaded up my 2002 Mitsubishi Gallant with some clothes, my kayak, a tent, and my cooler and made the 30 minute drive to the state park. Temperatures in Northeastern Pennsylvania sometimes drop to below 30 degrees Fahrenheit in October, which is hardly ideal camping weather for most people, but perfect for me. The fewer people to suffer through contact with the better.
By Kelly McIlwee5 years ago in Criminal
Roxbury Pond
Here lies a small town with big secrets. A place where kids grew up skipping rocks into the famous Roxbury Pond. A united community, where wealthy families lived, where the police are called when a cat is stuck in a tree. Everyone knew each other. A virtual Utopia of their own, so they thought, until the first incident that would rock this community to its core. It was here at this famous pond in Roxbury Michigan, where six young children were last seen playing.
By Vincent P Brantley5 years ago in Criminal
