Personal Narrative: David Ray's Murder

I, Detective Wilde, am being assigned the opportunity of a lifetime! Solving the murder of Richard Webster is what's going to determine whether I receive a spotlight in the newspaper. Business has been slow lately so this will help pick it up. Ahead of the interrogation, I gathered data on the victim and each of the suspects. Some background research shows that the Webster Network of co-workers are troubled: Richard, a class A jerk, Hugh, a broken businessman, Rita, in a troublesome relationship, H.T., a misanthrope, Dee, too loyal, Del, a sloth and victim’s cousin, Justin, once jailed for computer hacking. I am going to tactfully style my questions so they will be spouting a fountain of truth. According to my calculations, everyone who is

It was the midst of day, June 30, 20--; an ill-pleasuring mess had been proposed to the police of Detroit. The corpse of an old, clumsy, joke of a gentlemen, found covered in newspaper dumped into a dumpster. The corpse was dismantled, mangled, and at the same time of many other killings. The detective, Ms. Liu, immediately concluded the cause of death and the murder weapon.

At three o’clock in the morning, Chris Salyer (109) and I discovered Steven Strominger (117) drunk being walked home by Morgan Hall from Davis (232). According to Steven, he fell asleep outside on a bench and Jordan Hawkins told him to come inside Davis. Somehow, Steven made his way to the second floor and knocked on Morgan’s door. He knocked on her door because his friend who left him went to hook up with her roommate, and he thought it would be cool. Morgan helped him get back to DK. When he entered, Chris and I were in the lounge talking. Steven was very forgetful, but he was very chill about everything. He tried using his Drivers License on the swipe access. Morgan and Chris helped him to the bathroom and Morgan told me that he could apparently

Brad Tennison fumbled to button his parka against the Minnesota chill as he jumped off the school bus. His little brother Toby scrambled behind, dodging a spew of exhaust as the bus heaved a hydraulic sigh and slogged away from the shoulder, the engine racketing. Brad studied the October sky: absent of warmth, the unbroken stretch of overcast seemed to forcibly quash any lingering memories of summertime. A whole season of lazy fishing and lake-swimming days had passed, and now winter loomed again. Brad felt a pang of sadness ―more hollow than painful― as he realized that Papa had been gone almost a year.

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.

A murderer was a role I never expected to play. It was for last years Key Club’s annual charity dinner for the Pediatric Trauma Program or the Eliminate Project. I’ve been apart of the dinner for my years as Key Club’s freshman representative, club representative, Vice President, and now President. The first year, I was astounded by the work. Although I didn’t do much in comparison to others, I helped plan food and train servers, which helped the event. The following years, my job was the same: to run acts and cover any possible. When I was club representative, the dinner went smoothly and my efforts helped earn money. My vice presidency was when I was a murderer for our murder mystery dinner. During this dinner, there were numerous mishaps.

The focus of this book is on the cultural and societal ramifications caused by the way the English press portrayed Jack the Ripper. Though this book does not list theories of who Jack the Ripper may be, it does provide an important portal in time that allows the reader to see first hand the murders of Jack the Ripper through newspaper pieces of that time. It is clear that, like all journalism, the press writers only presented certain graphic information of the murders, often omitting key parts of the mutilations. The book itself, though, does not present much of a bias. The fact remains that these first hand accounts from the late 19th century newspapers are still vitally important in the mysterious Jack the Ripper case. They provide

I got away with it, I never thought I would. I planned, and successfully kidnapped and murdered Dorothy Jane Scott. My brilliant plan worked, and I was never caught. I stalked Dorothy everyday. I knew everything about her. I knew where she was every second of the day. I still haven’t been accused of anything, and I don't think I ever will. I am proud of what I have accomplished, even if it means I could be locked up forever.

November 2001, I was arrested as I was leaving my job. I am now being linked to the killings of 48 women, I say I killed 61 to 71. After about 20 years of running, I was finally caught. I committed most of these between1982 and 1983, although I think I remember one last kill around 1985. Like above states, I would kill them and drip them near the Green River in Washington. This earned me the name “The Green River Killer.” Even if I were innocent, I would probably still be referred to as

George Hennessey, a Chief Inspector, is working on a case trying to find a missing middle aged couple named Max and Amanda. They vanished with out a trace recently, leaving behind a modest home and children that are in adulthood. Hennessey draws the initial conclusion that there is some foul play here. He is later called out to a crime scene on a local farm where a shallow grave is found, and in the grave are two bodies. None other then his missing couple. This is the beginning of things for Detective Inspector Hennessey and the rest of the police squad. One thing that Hennessey knows for sure is that they were not killed because of a vast sum of money they had lost a quite sizable chunk of change recently. They were both engaged in affairs that neither one knew about. What is odd too, is how the son is acting throughout the investigation, and the cherry on top of the whole thing is that a family secret

I talked to Roger Andrew Anderson, who is the head janitor on the phone. I asked if he knew anyone that wear a faded Viking cap and he replied “the only one that I can think of is Donald James Brown, but he goes by Donny. I asked for more informations about Donny and Anderson state “Donny is a temporary worker from an agency called Temp Job and he usually wear the same clothing to work.” I asked Anderson, when was the last time he saw Donny. Anderson replied “yesterday. He came to work around 0700 hours and met up with me at the front building. Donny finished his work around at 0940 hours then I escorted him out of the building.

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There’s a little bit of money stolen from the compartment underneath the cabinet. The mail Fredrick had just come in to sort is scattered around that area of the floor. I had been in here a little longer ago, but had gone to the informal dining room for lunch. My best guess is someone snuck in here, stole the money, and when Ronald came in here for something, They panicked, wrenched the knife from Herald, and stabbed him to death, finally resting him down under the dummy in a foolish attempt to make it look like an accident.” concluded

There I was 5 years old, sitting in the big tan paisley chair next to my parents bed, eating pretzels like they were running out. And watching mickey on the television. Out of nowhere my parents started verbally fighting. I look over at them in terror because I had never seen them fight about something before. As the conversation went on I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The room filled with loud yelling. I got up out of the chair started walking toward the door on the other side of the room. My dad grabbed the silver lamp and threw it against the footboard of my parents bed. It shattered into a million pieces. My mom had started crying. I could not take all of the pain and sadness in the room. I dashed right out of there room all the way

On the date of April 15, 1921, Frederick Parmenter, the paymaster for the Slater and Morrill Shoe Company, received a payroll box from Shelley Neal (Barter 18). In this particular box that was dropped off at the company’s office, a certain dividend was subtracted off of the $30,000 dollars, that was received. He ended up splitting $15,776 amongst 500 employees (Barter 18). After the division of the money, Frederick Parmenter was accompanied by a guard working for the shoe company, whose name was Alessandro Beradelli (Barter 18). With the money in hand, these two individuals made a walk towards the production factory, as this was a routine procedure made every Thursday throughout the entirety of the year (Barter 18). As they were nearing the railroad tracks, before the production facility, waiting for the guards to lift the gate, both men were shot at point blank by two men who were leaning on a rail near the railroad tracks (Barter 19). After Frederick and Alessandro were fatally shot, the two murderous men approached the corpses, where they seized the payroll boxes and vacated the area in a blue car with two other men (Barter 19). Immediately after news of the double murders occurred, the police promptly arrived on the scene and started an investigation.