Personal Narrative: The Man Who Killed The Victim

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

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.

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

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.

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

Evan kept off the interstate for a while sticking to back roads and changing directions periodically to make sure he wasn’t being tailed.

In just one day 50 lives were taken by a mystery killer. When the bodies were investigated they weren’t normal fingerprints. It was a killer no one saw coming

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?

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.

Essence of spicy aftershave brought comfort to my dreams every night for the first five years after his death. His rosy cheeks and eyes sparkled. He spoke with concern,

Every day when I awaken to see shadows of your irregular heartbeat imprinted onto the bed sheets - but maybe that's just my imagination. For many years, you have disappeared from my side. Yet I can still feel your lingering presence.

One day I discovered what I could not discern from that musty old tome you all have been playing with. I made this essential discovery during a case which involved the murder of a middle-aged soccer mom and her child. At this point in my career I had made a lot of friends within the law enforcement community. When they suspected a clown was involved in a case, they called me in for my expertise on the matter. How ironic that they rejected me for being clown obsessed, but now they were paying top dollar for my services.

There is someone I wish was still around from before that is my dad. He passed away in the first week of summer the summer before 6th grade. I lived with my mom until I was 7 then he went and got visitations so he seen me every Wednesday and every other weekend in the summers I was at his house 1 week and my mom's 1 week. Sometimes when he was close to my house or my grandmas he would bring me "care packages" they were mainly toys the one I remember was he was at Walmart and in the middle of the night he brought me Legos the Legos were batman ones. One Christmas he brought my a huge monster truck it was remote control it was about 2 feet tall I had it for a couple years I really liked to do donuts with it in the snow. He had a girl fried and

As I was scrolling through Facebook, a breaking news article caught my attention, and it put my thumb to a screeching stop. “The Memphis police officer was the 18th officer shot and killed so far this year,” and I just sat on my couch in denial of what this country was turning into. I couldn’t understand why innocent men and women, who took an oath to protect citizens no matter what cost, where getting shot for one horrific reason: hatred. While growing up, I had a dad during the day, but when 7’oclock came around, he became someone who didn't just have a family to protect. He and his partner had part of a city to guard; even if it meant risking their own lives. My dad turned into Officer David Ambrose.

Waving his colt pistol to and fro, as if to shame the crowd of broken hyenas for the attempt of the deceased, corpulent man, the lunatic began to mimic the motion of the weapon with his head, and to lightly chuckle once more. The clamoring and ringing of psychological chimes had, by this time, sapped to a dull hum, of which permitted my ability to observe without the need for scrutiny; and I immediately began to scan the area for Margaret. However, upon locating her I took immediate note, with slight reassurance, that she had remained immobile and untouched, although still unconscious despite the gunfire. And as she slouched in her chair of placement, her eyelids were directed towards the heavens above, and her careless, lingering hair stretched