Serial Killers-Personal Narrative

I`m just an average 17-year-old girl named Violet Rivers walking home from hanging out with some friends on a Friday night but I had this strange feeling that I was being followed, I started to walk faster but then I heard a noise from behind the bushes. As the curious girl I am I decided to see what the noise was when I looked behind the bushes there was nothing there but all of a sudden everything went black.When I woke up the back of my head was killing me and I was in a dim room lit by a couple of candles with a weird smell and I was in a hospital bed with a small dresser next to it. I got out of the bed feeling a little dizzy, slowly walking to the door, when I opened it the hallway was so dark and cold so I grabbed a candle then cautiously moved at a slow pace down the hall feeling scared. There was a royal blue, old looking door that stood out from the rest of the old wooden doors, on the right side of the hallway towards the end, it was hard to open but I pushed as much as I could, then it swung open with the sound of squeaking hinges. There was a twirling staircase that leads far down, I followed curiously to see what was at the bottom. When I got

America has some of the most infamous serial killers who marked history, serial killers who once didn’t even think to harm any human being. Many people grow up differently from others, some people grow up in a safe environment surrounded with caring people and others grow up in a completely different environment being missed treated by others, therefore are serial killers made or born?

This serial killer was chosen because this serial killing pair is the most infamous English serial killers duo in the 1990s. Fred and Rosemary West were not convicted of all the murders they participated in; however, they were sentenced to life imprisonment. Also, this case is interesting because Rosemary West, to this day, does not claim to know anything about the murders even though she has victims that survived her attacks and have spoken against her in court.

This series follows Lydia Strong, a woman who 's mother was murdered when she was a kid; Lydia also came home one day and found her with her throat slit from ear to ear. She helped the police catch her mother 's killer way back when. This changed who she was, and would effect her development and make her who she would become. Now, she writes about killers-working as a true crime author and investigative consultant- and has an obsession: seeing brutal killers brought to justice.

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"Okay people we've got to get started with this meeting, we're wasting time! This man is out there right as we speak, who knows what he's planning!" chief of the deputy, Brian Snark exclaimed frantically while pointing out the window of the boardroom.

Getting close to the campus, I was very bored(participial) along with my brothers, the whole family was getting tired. Finally, we arrived at the campus it was dark now, it was nice I just didn’t think much of it. We dove around for a bit and finally we stopped at Gunthers, an old hotel(appositive). It was a very eerie place, one of the creepiest places I have ever been too, it was like a ghost town. We got our room key and began walking to our room, it had dead animals, and creepy baby dolls behind glass displays, flickering lights, also zero other people in there. I did not like the feeling of the place at all. When we arrived at our room, a blast of frigid air hits me in the face. It had a mysterious smell too it, I did not like it at all so I went to bed immediately so I could get out of there as soon as possible. We woke up around eight in the morning. We were headed to a place called Dan’s

Every time I walked past my bathroom door (which was constantly since it was right outside my bedroom) I saw a little girl with blond curled hair and a rose-colored dress. She just stood there, staring, looking like a photograph from 1905. I started keeping the door closed so I could walk by without seeing her, but she was always there when I opened it. Once I stepped in past her, I couldn't see her anymore but I could feel her there. She scared me, but I felt really sorry for her because she was trapped there, just like me, but probably

Ever since I moved with my mom dad and little sister into our new house, I noticed an occurrence of what I presumed to be unexplainable paranormal activities. The previous owners of the house had sold the house for a abnormally low price, but I overheard a conversation between our realtor and my parents discussing how the previous owners had accidently left their baby boy in the bathroom, which was right next to my room, alone for seven hours. Upon arriving home, the couple found the corpse of their suffocated child whose head had become stuck into the toilet. I have no true person to vouch for the validity of my experiences but every time I passed my bathroom, I felt a sharp cold chill shoot down my spine. Also, I would repeatedly hear the voice of an infant when I was left home with the nanny. When I asked the nanny about the sounds I had heard, she stated how she hadn’t heard anything. In addition, one night as I was sleeping in a tent in the living room with my grandma I could hear a faint whisper urging me to wake up around midnight. As my 9-year old self groggily woke up my eyes quickly shifted to a shadowy figure around my height, leaning on the television. I was paralyzed, fear had overcome me, I could not speak nor think or scream, all I could do was watch in horror as the shadowy figure looked

He was a scrawny boy all alone in his parents’ house in Spanaway, Washington. His parents were on vacation in Hawaii. They had asked their son, Joey, to stay home. They told him not to open the door to anyone. Even them because they had a key. They told him there was a serial killer on the loose. He agreed. He thought it would be a perfect time to be alone and to play games. Joey also wanted to talk on Skype. Plus, his mother worked as an Amazon worker. His father was a veterinarian. They barely ever got vacation time off together. He was almost always scared and paranoid. Even though he was 13 years old. This time Joe told his parents he would be fine. They left Joey home by himself.

The doors and the windows and all of the openings were boarded up, like they had been for so long. No natural daylight came into our home. It lured in the mosquitoes, after all, not to mention all of the other foul creatures. Other precautions had been taken long ago, and we drank milk instead of water. Many said that the milk didn’t lure in mosquitoes, and the rats were (usually) easily dealt with.

I asked if someone was there if they could make a noise and I heard a knock. I asked again two more times and got a knock immediately after. I sat in a chair that was in the boiler room and asked in my mind, if anybody was there, could they tell me there name. I heard a girls voice say “Stephanie”. I stood up and went to the back of one of the furnaces and I saw three or four, what looked like, tannish-brown colored foot prints up high, as if walking in the air towards the ceiling. As I came back around the furnace, I heard Stephanie say she was hiding. I asked in my mind, who she was hiding from? It sounded like she said she was hiding from someone older. Like older kids, the janitor, teacher or principal. Right before we left the boiler room, I felt Stephanie was trapped there or in the school.

Lying in bed in the middle of the night while sleep eludes me, a noise breaks through the silence. Oh my God! What was that!? Maybe it was just my imagination, or maybe it was just the house settling. There it is again! I must be hearing things. I get cold and my body starts to shiver uncontrollably. I peek to where the sound comes from and I could swear I see something through the dark room; it appears even darker than the surrounding area. Oh my! I think it just moved. My breathing becomes labored and I pull the covers over my head, trying to calm myself down while making my brain work through what just happened. Was I dreaming? Or did I just see a ghost?

It looked so familiar yet so peaceful then the old lady walked over and pulled out a comb and started to brush the body's hair gracefully. The body was wearing a expensive looking coat and tie dressed casually. Then she spoke for the first time since she said hi as she entered the room “Hello Christopher you look lovely this evening”. And then it all came back the memories my name everything. The body on the bed was mine I felt so many emotions at once as soon as I remembered anger, sadness, grief and most of all curiosity. Why was I there when I'm right here what was going on? Then just when I was just about to collapse into tears a strange voice came from behind me “are you going to cry or address your only friend in the room”? I quickly spun around to see a blue man leaned up against the wall laughing. I started asking him questions as I was backing up terrified of the ghostly figure. Then he finally spoke “knock knock” he said with a smirk. I honestly didn't want to

As if things were not already horrible enough, I began to feel an evil presence in my bedroom. When I looked up, standing directly in front of me was a girl who was staring at me so intensely, it was as if she was burning holes through me. I quickly recognized that she was no one other than myself. Everything about her was like me, even the way her lips curved slightly downward. Her posture and demeanor, however, made her look like she was demonized. Afraid for my life, I asked her multiple times if she was being possessed by some supernatural