Short Story : ' The Killer Looks Like A Man '

“There is no old house in that meadow dear, are you sure you are alright, maybe you should lay down I can receive the information later.”

The National Geographic film, A Portrait of a Killer, examines the types of stress that living beings can endure, and how it can thus affect the rest of their bodies. Severe chronic stress can lead even lead to the destruction of brain cells. Dr. Robert Sapolsky is a neurobiologist of Stanford University who has been researching stress for over thirty years. In order to study stress and its implications upon nonhumans, he went to Africa to study baboons. This species has only three hours of stress caused by eating, and the rest of their daily routine is consumed by about nine hours of free time. Much like Western society, baboons socially stress out one another, as they have social hierarchies to regulate how them interact with one another.

It’s a quiet, Sunday afternoon. The rain is coming down outside, and the sound of it makes for a relaxing ambiance. You open a few windows and the front door to better enjoy the calming effect of the rainfall. Going into the kitchen, you decide to make a cup of coffee so you can sit down and read the Sunday paper. Suddenly, a man bursts into your home carrying a small pistol and comes running towards you. You manage to shut the kitchen door and go through the pantry into your hallway. Running up the stairs, you turn around and see the man coming up behind you. You make it to your bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you, running to get to your cell phone in your backpack. Much to your dismay, you realize it is downstairs in the living

In the novel “The Things They Carried” by Tim O'Brien, there is a chapter by the name of “The Man I Killed.” Within this chapter, O'Brien narrates in one of his memories from the Vietnam War. The memory he depicts is of a Viet Cong soldier whom he has killed, using immense detail to describe the wounds.O'Brien imagines the life story of the Vietnamese soldier, envisioning that might have felt it was his duty as a citizen to protect the land and his people. While O'Brien is picturing the man's hopes and dreams, Azar interrupts his thoughts and makes a comment essentially congratulating O'Brien on killing the soldier, while Kiowa is more understanding and tells Azar to leave as he is aware that O'Brien is clearly upset. Kiowa tries to get O'Brien to stop staring at the dead man by offering justifications as to why he had to kill the man. O’Brien is still lost in his own head though, continuing to imagine the life the man could have had, had O'Brien not shot him. Kiowa continues to try to get O'Brien to talk but with to no avail.

The calmness I had before at the tree left my body. I started to shake, anger started to build. I called the police officers that was meant to come out, and I lied to them. I told them that it wasn't a person in the tree after all, that the neighbors must have got it wrong. I tried to persuade them and it worked, they were no longer coming out.

But how it all happened to me was terrible. I was sleeping when I heard a crash from down stairs. At first I thought it was my dog running into things again but then I heard my parents screaming. I was terrified more than ever before in my life. I quickly ran into my closet where I hid behind a few boxes. I then herd steps coming up stars then in the hallway leading into my room. I could hear them at my door. All I wanted to do was scream and run but I couldn’t I was too scared to move. The

Imagine yourself walking home late at night from a friends house. It is very dark and hard to keep track of your surroundings. suddenly you hear footsteps quickly approaching you from behind. when you turn around you see a masked man with a knife. You have only 5 seconds to act, what do you do.

I woke up the next morning with someone hitting my face repeatedly. I instantly lost it, “WHAT”, I screamed at the top of my lungs. I stared at what seems to be two police officers. You

Anxiety struck Hunter, meeting with Bill like this… was taboo. Although the contents of the letter were unknown he knew it centred around one thing: assassination. Something he hadn’t been required to do since midnight’s major epidemic. He entered his office and locked the door behind himself, timidly he opened the letter to reveal a list, a kill list. Upon it was several names of people who caught the midnight virus, with details including their description and where they lived. After scanning through the list there was one name that stood out, made his heart stop, made him want to scream: James Morris, his best friend. Pain writhed through Hunter’s body, his childhood friend and survivor of the epidemic had now contracted the disease, and

Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring I got a call from the police station to come to RT 60 on top of the hill where there will be a wooden cabin on the top of the hill where there will be 6 other houses. I need your help because when I came home my dad Mr. Boddy was dead in his when I was about to bring him dinner. Mr. Boddy didn’t answer me so I thought he was asleep but he wasn’t in his room I went to look in the bathroom and my dad Mr. Boddy was dead right there in the middle of the floor in the bathroom shot and stabbed to death. When I got there, their was a crowd of people standing their and would not let me by. Due to that when I pulled in the drive way after they had let me by These four people started to walk away really fast then when I looked

Five students walks into Bayview High detention but only four students were able to walk out alive. There is Simon, the creator of the gossip app, About That, who died the day after he said he was going to post secrets about his four high profile classmates. Bronwyn, the outstanding student, who is heading for yale; Cooper, the star pitcher, who’s heading for the major league; Nate, the criminal, is extremely good looking but deals drugs. Simon holds secrets that could potentially ruin the future for all four of them. All four students have motive of being the killer but so does much more people. Who’s the Killer? Or are they all in it together? Could Someone else have done it?

Imagine waking up unconscious, not knowing where you are, out of nowhere you hear a door creak. You whip your head in that direction and see a person shadowed from the light of the door and in their hand is something sharp.

Just then i heard a cop car, my heart stopped and I prayed they are here for us, like maybe just maybe the neighbors heard my yelling and called for help. Just the a there was knock on the door. “IT'S LIKE POLICE OPEN UP.” They men instantly ran through my house and out the windows in my room. Taylor and I ran down to tell the police what happened they saw the guys and chase after them. I hugged taylor crying, I still don't understand why the men did was they did or what money they were talking about. We called my parents and they came as quickly as they could i was still shaking I hugged them until i eventually fell

It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was blowing and causing the old oak trees beside the house to scratch the windows with their finger like branches and make a “screech” sound every time they rubbed against the window. There was the occasional bolt of lightning that would light up the sky as if it was daytime again and would show a dark shadowy figure that almost seemed as if it were moving closer every time the lightning struck. I watched this odd figure and could not understand out why it was acting so strange. I called the police in a frightened tone because I feared that something bad might happen. They answered and said, “Hello, this is the Police Department of Broken Arrow. Please state your emergency.” I said, “ I live at 837 Red

I hear them get closer and closer as the porch creaks every step to the door. My heart feels like its pounding through my chest, and sweat is pouring off my face as I sprint in a panic. I hear the key turning and the door opening just as I jump out the window.