Personal Narrative: My Mom's Murder

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

I spent the next few days looking for these answers, searching the deepest corners of my brain for information I knew I would not find. I would never know why she did it to herself, but I longed for understanding. While she was getting treatment in the hospital, she used her one allotted phone call to call me, not her parents. Again, with fear and anxiety, I put the phone to my ear.

On February 9, 2011, at approximately 7:15 AM, I, GBI Special Agent Abigail Wilkes, arrived at 293 Stone Road to process a crime scene involving two deaths. When I arrived, the crime scene was secured with yellow tape. I met with Deputy Sheriff Ray Chandler. Chandler told me that the two victims, Steve Campbell and Sherry Campbell, had two gunshot wounds each. Sherry Campbell died in the master bedroom of the residence, but emergency medical services (EMS) took Steve Campbell from the scene. Chandler informed that the EMS personnel entered the residence through the front door and placed Steve Campbell on a stretcher. Steve Campbell 's injuries created a blood drip trail when he was transported to the ambulance. The drip trail began in the master bedroom, went through the hallway, out of the front door, and into the yard of the residence. Steve Campbell died on the way to the hospital.

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.

In February of 2008, I was sitting in a General Court Martial proceeding to defend myself against third-degree murder charges, which arose from a raid my platoon conducted in the rural areas outside of Kirkuk, Iraq. On the night of June 23, 2007, my Platoon Sergeant (PSG) shot and killed a detainee that we had captured early that evening. Realizing what he had just done, my PSG gave me an order that would eventually have me implicated in his crime. I was acquitted of the murder charges, but found guilty of assault through my own testimony. The fact of the matter is, I had a psychotic Platoon Sergeant; Trey Corrales was the walking definition of “Toxic Leadership.” Under the control of Trey Corrales, serving in this platoon was one of the

When I was around 8 years old my mom got pregnant with a baby boy, and it excited everyone, especially me. Almost 5 months into her pregnancy my parents began to argue a lot, and my mom thought my dad cheated. She decided to have an abortion without letting anyone in our family know. She just pretended she lost the baby, until several months later when the truth eventually came out. My mom’s decision affected our whole family leaving everyone with unanswered questions, hurt, and heartache. Even my mom too this day experiences challenges living with the fact that she took another life, which led to many months of depression, hurt, and

I read the paper as Melinda hands it back to me it says “I didn’t call the cops to break up the party, I called them because some guy raped me. Under the trees.I didn’t know what to do. I was stupid and drunk and didn’t know what was happening and he raped me. When the police came, everyone was screaming, and I was too scared, so I cut through some backyards and walked home.” I hate myself right now I ditched our friendship because she broke up the party and almost got me arrested. I didn’t even listen to what her side was. I swore that I’d never be her friend again when I should’ve. No wonder why she’s changed so much.

What if you were sent to jail for a robbery that excelled to a murder that you didn’t commit. Well this event happened to a young black boy, named Steve, that was influenced by his environment. The crime that Steve was a part of was robbery and first degree murder.The reason he took part in these events are unknown, but one thing that is certain is he will be charged and have to be proven innocent or guilty. What do you think? Will Steve be proven innocent or guilty of the crimes he was charged with? In all honesty Steve should be held accountable for the robbery with his associate’s James King and Bobo Evans but not for the charge of first degree murder of Mr. Nesbitt (the drug’s store owner). After reading all the evidence it can be proven

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

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.

I had a unique childhood, unlike any other. Just to let you know when I say a unique childhood, I mean a dangerous childhood. For example, The time when I saw Johnny stabbing Bob Sheldon right in front of my eyes!! It was terrifying. Now that I am older and reflect on my past events, I realize that many of those things were truly life threatening. Although the stabbing incident led to Bob's death; I believe that Johnny isn't responsible for the murder, in fact, I know that Bob alongside his friends and family are the ones who caused the tragedy.

“I remember I was waiting anxiously on a windy Friday 13th at about 2 or 3 to enter the Museum of Death, but since it was their Grand Opening there was a lot of people, as you would expect. As Shannon, my mom and I were waiting in line, we saw people that you would typically be the murderer or a serial killer in a scary, movie but we didn’t think much of it because it was a museum about death, what else was I supposed to expect.”

I have collected these items not only as evidence for my parents death but to help me believe that it was all real that I was being suspected for their murder. The caution tape and the eyeglass was the materials that I found in my dead parents room before I was escorted to the living room.The Avery fisher hall headliner poster, the last time I could have a nice family moment before chaos with the police tore my family apart.Morris Sampson my first suspect besides my own siblings that could have a motive of murdering my parents due to hate for my mother and writing his opinions into a worst excuse of a book. The pills and the shot to declare the last time I'd ever forgotten to take my vitamins and let it into my system ever again .The airplane

After my mother and I have an argument she usually smiles at me and says, it’s because we’re so much alike that we argue. She reminds me that our lack of communicating often stirs more trouble than why we were arguing. I used to get upset that my mom didn’t set time aside for our family to spend time together or make us eat together at the dinner table. I was upset because I was comparing our family to my friends’ families. I valued those things and assumed my mom didn’t, but I was wrong. My mom had so much on her mind everyday it was breaking her on the inside. Not only had I wanted my mom to be like my friend’s moms, now I had wanted my mom to be different because she was depressed. Bonhoeffer mentions that we desire images of others that we want, but aren’t the true image they bear as Christ’s (pg37-38). At first I was puzzled. How is a good image of mine, not Christ’s image for her? I learned that His image is neither right nor wrong, but simply uniquely divine. My mom could have done those things, but her whole life would have had to be different, and I would never want to change who my mom is.

The death of a loved one is one of the most challenging events I have had to overcome. The summer of 2014, I was just going into my junior year, was one for the books. It was an absolutely amazing summer. My sister had her first baby in May and we were getting to make his first summer his best, but little did we know it would also be his last. We lost him at the end of July. It was one of the hardest things to cope with. So many unanswered questions still to this day stand.