Personal Narrative Of A Parent's Murder

I spent most of the morning stuck in my thoughts, why was I not grieving my parent's death? Why had I never noticed I was supernatural? Dominating most of my thoughts, did I have feelings for Jordan, my brother's best friend?

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 shivered and wrapped my jacket tighter around my torso as another gust of cold wind blew past me. That was the 9th car that has passed me in the last 5 minutes. I had just finished burying the last person I killed, Jason, my ex-best friend. I've had the desire to murder since my 12th birthday when I accidentally cut off my brothers finger and realized how much I enjoyed it. Later that year I snuck out of my house with one of my mom's butcher knives and lunged at a middle aged woman walking down the street. I killed her and her dog and buried them deep in the woods, approximately 10 miles from my house. Since then, I haven't been able to stop. I try to contain myself but every time I feel the urge, something comes over me and I feel a rush of

Nineteen years ago, my family experienced the most earth-shattering moment anyone could imagine, the death of a child. Growing up, I have always seen boy’s picture that hangs above our mantle. Every January, we have family and friends bombard us with phone calls, trying to take my family’s minds off of the tragedy, but until recently, I never understood exactly why. At fourteen, I finally gained the nerve to ask about the boy whose picture hung above the mantle, so my teary-eyed mother sat me down and told me about the death of my big brother.

I somehow knew what my aunt would say to me when I answered the ringing phone in my hand. There was an unexplainable, sickening feeling in my abdomen that told me something was wrong. Hesitating, I frantically tried to think of what else it could be before finally clicking “answer.” The cold surface of my phone pressed up to my ear, and my aunt spoke words that I will never forget.

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

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.

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.

Your Honor, at this time I am urged to ask you why you are crying for these two men. Let us not forget the afternoon of May 21. After six months of planning the perfect crime, Mr. Leopold and Mr. Lobe coaxed the young Bobby Franks into their car while he was walking home from school. Once Bobby had been lured into the vehicle, Loeb bludgeoned the poor child over the head multiple times with a chisel. After finding that unsuccessful Loeb dragged Bobby into the back seat and forced a sock down his throat and waited for him to finally suffocate. After the murder, the two men drove the body to Wolf Lake where they poured hydrochloric acid over Bobby's face, abdomen, and genitals. Once they mutilated and dismembered the body, they discarded Bobbys remains in a drain, and then they drove home to write a ransom note and spend the evening playing a leisurely game of cards. And why? Why would these two scholars do something so sinister? Because they were bored. Because they wanted a rush. Because they could. Your Honor, do you still sympathize with these two murders?

When I would see the attack I would fill with fear and adrenaline. I would act completely different and try to call the police. I can imagine that when I was watching I would get very nervous and energetic I might even have to enter the phone number for the police an couple of times because I entered it wrong. I would try to see what was truly going on before I tried to intervene. I would see if she was really getting attacked. Then I would wait in till after the man left, I would go outside and try to see if I could help. I have training in first aid. I would try to cover up the wound and stop the bleeding. But I would panic as soon as the man came back to finish his work. I might throw myself at him or I could run away, but I know that I would try to do something without really thinking it through. The adrenaline would make me act quicker but not think a much as what I am going to do. It is hard for me to figure out what I would do because I have never felt anything like this before.

Murder, Homicide, Manslaughter, I had gotten away with all of these crimes...Well not me, the other me. Well, you see I have Multiple Personality Disorder, and I have three personalities. First there’s me, just your regular depressed guy, second there’s Rapunzel,kinda feminine, the hopeless romantic who thinks someone’s actually going to get me out of here, and lastly there’s Alan the psycho, aka the one who got me stuck in here. Hi, I’m Alex Gaskarth, the son of the president, stuck in Mount Hope Asylum for the Criminally insane, this weird 10 story building, and haha lucky me for being on the top floor…*note the sarcasm* yea thanks for that Alan.

I picked to go along with her story as well as not tell her the truth about her parents dying because I did not have the heart to tell her that her parents died a long time ago. A lot of the other caregivers would do the samething. If I were to follow fidelity and tell her that her parents were dead, her sister died a long time ago and that she was living in a memory care in Dallas she would be even more upset. By going along with what she was saying and not correcting her, the situation would be resolved a lot quicker than if we were to tell her that her parents were dead and she lives in a care community. Not telling them the truth, when they will forget that they asked is a lot easier than telling them.

My daughter and her boyfriend were also charged with Complicity to Commit Murder; her boyfriend additionally was charged with Attempted Murder, but neither to trial. My daughter made a deal to testify against her boyfriend and her boyfriend plead guilty, after all was said and done. My daughter is a drug addict and has been for over 15 years. She and her boyfriend were running out of resources to fund their addictions. She had stolen nearly everything we owned that she could pawn, including her children’s electronics and toys. She would also steal her fathers and my pain medication. Her boyfriend would steal his father’s pain medication which was truly horrible for his dad had just had his leg amputated.