Personal Narrative: A Day At The Museum Of Murder

JG: I wanted to leave my wife, because I felt that she did not love me anymore. When I was in basement she came and did not want me to leave. She then took the children and left with them.

Fifteen year old Conrad Clark just came home from basketball practice where he was absolutely exhausted. He is the best player on his undefeated school basketball team. He lives with just his mom and only sibling Thomas after his father had recently been murdered by an unknown killer. As he approached the front door of his massive three story mansion located basically in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a lake and lots of wildlife, a gut punching feeling went through his body. He was remembering what had happened before he left for practice. He got in a huge fight with his mom about his grades in school, and was regretting some of the things he said. He goes through the front door and goes up to his bedroom on the third story. He lays down on his bed and he sees a note telling him that his mom and Thomas, are at a party and will be gone all night. He puts the note down and closes his eyes. About forty five minutes later he wakes up to his alarm going off. He turns off the alarm clock reading 10:30 p.m and is wondering why his alarm went off for no reason. He lets it go past him and goes down to the first floor and turns the television on. He turns on his favorite show, Criminal Minds, when Bang! At that moment Conrad knew that something bad

The National Geographic film, A Portrait of a Killer, examines the types of stress that living beings can endure, and how it can thus affect the rest of their bodies. Severe chronic stress can lead even lead to the destruction of brain cells. Dr. Robert Sapolsky is a neurobiologist of Stanford University who has been researching stress for over thirty years. In order to study stress and its implications upon nonhumans, he went to Africa to study baboons. This species has only three hours of stress caused by eating, and the rest of their daily routine is consumed by about nine hours of free time. Much like Western society, baboons socially stress out one another, as they have social hierarchies to regulate how them interact with one another.

Brogaard, Berit. "The Making of a Serial Killer." Psychology Today. Sussex Directories, Inc., 7 Dec. 2012. Web. 03 May 2014.

AHHHHHH!!!!! His died, oh wait.....Hey I'm Miss. White, Boddy's housecleaner, And I'm going to tell you who murder Boddy on the night of Friday the 13th .Well first of all, I am from a small town in Canada. Also, I'm married to a retired body builder. I'm 37 years old and I have two kids one 18 and one 11.I have known Boddy for about 10-11 years. Also I work for Boddy almost every day.

That day still haunts me. It was only my second month as a police officer. I remember the day time sky fading into the dark starry night sky. I flipped on my lights and that when the call came in. It was a 10-40, which means there was a murder. My heart started racing and the adrenaline started flowing through my body. Flipping my lights one I start racing to the scene. Living in Chicago murders were common, but this was my first time responding to a call like this. Getting closer to the park- where the body was- I slowed down and pulled into the park. As soon as I got out of the car this dewiness just took over me. Something felt extremely off. Taking in my surrounding I notice the body it was laying underneath a slide, somewhat hidden under

I could not believe what I had just said, I said it so hastily that I thought no one had heard me, but the judge clearly heard me say “The defense moves to indict Isabella Moores of first degree murder.” Everybody in the courtroom was speechless, “This so called witness was planning to murder her mother since she ran away from home, all because her mother was constantly abusing her and I have evidence to prove it!”

They laughed and started to play with Brodie’s goo ball until it was bed time.

Today my mom was murdered. Our doorman, Stuart, found her in our apartment. It was strange to hear someone was murdered in New York but when it's your mom it is even harder. My sister, Maria, doesn't even know, and I don't want to be the one to tell her. I had to drop out of college to take care of Maria and not having someone else to help will be a challenge but I am willing to face it.

Officer Gordon comes quickly up to me and says “Chief Lussen we found him” and that officer Miles is taking him into the interrogation room. As I take a second to myself and take a deep breath officer Gordon passes me files for the case. I walk towards the interrogation room but i wanted to look at him before I walked in and started interrogating him. So I looked at him through the observation mirror into the interrogation room and thought to me all my years of working as a homicide investigator this case is the case that has shocks me the most. 37 residents that live in the neighborhood and saw & even heard something or someone yelling on the street didn't even call the police.

As they went in jack had woken up from anesthesia he was in luck because his friends were walking into Target with their Moms.He hollered,waved,and gestured to them but never got their attention.After minutes of thinking he thought that maybe he could call them.As Jack was looking for a phone he found James’s phone but when he was about to pick it up James and Josh had

Anna was walking home from her job thinking it's the same thing everyday I wake up go to my minimum wage job then go home nothing new. Anna finally arrived to her lonely small apartment she had no family ever since they died in a house fire last year, she walked inside and went to her fridge and pulled out some old chinese takeout from last week, and ate it while walking to the couch she plopped down on her couch with her food in hand and turned on the TV, she turned it on the news she saw that it was a serial killer on the loose in her area. It scared her a little but she thought what are the odds of him killing me. Anna turned the TV off and went to sleep, but she did not realize that she did not close her window. While she rested peacefully

The lovebird killer is terrorizing the city and this brings back terrible memories to Private Investigator, Lizzy Gardner. Lizzy had barely escaped the grasps of “Spiderman” just a short few years ago. Lizzy is urged to find the lovebird killer. Meanwhile a workers compensation case leads Lizzy and her assistants on a murderous trail. The girls welcome the challenge and they are determined to stop this murderer before he takes another innocents life.

“I’m going to kill you.” It’s a threat. A threat he will, most likely carry out, but there’s something in his expression that tells me differently. It’s something that doesn’t make sense with his personality. It’s fear. A fear I know all to well. Fear that he’ll be left here to die and no one will care. The same kind of fear I’ve experienced.

When we went into the abandoned library we had to get use to the place. The only reason it closed is because someone died in . I wasn’t shere because i really don’t want to die. The only thing i am afraid of is me and my sister peggy dieing. After mom and dad died in front of me. We just ran as far as we could which i guess lead us here.