Murder Mysteries Short Stories の小説・ストーリー

Daniel grinned and they laughed. “ Which reminds me.” Sharon said, her face becoming serious. Reaching into her satchel,she pulled out a mini pamphlet and handed it to him. “ You need to check this out. I bought it on my way here.” Opening the front page, his eyes widened as he saw the headline : MAN KILLED BY WILD ANIMAL OUTSIDE UNIVERSITY GATE. Beneath the headline was a picture of a bloodied corpse. The man lay outstretched with his head twisted grotesquely . His shirt was torn and there was a bite mark on his neck. Similar to the one he saw on the previous victim.

Ava I was relaxing in my office going through some files when the news caught my attention "It was reported this early morning that Xavier Morrison one of the important businessmen in New York was murdered in cold blood this morning with his secret girlfriend, the murderer remains unknown as the police are at the crime scene carrying out an investigation" I groaned in anger and turned off the news, boiling in fury. How dare that motherfucker die when I've not even carried out my revenge on him, after all he did is this the best way to die?

B: 23 April 1977 Height: 166cm Weight: 109lb Age: 44 years old Crime: Kidnapping, ritualist, armed robbery, pen robbery, sexual assault. History: Once worked in a bank and was fired for pen robbery. Also known for kidnapping young girls, molesting them, and killing them in the end. Those who managed to escape will end up with a lifetime of trauma. “Oh my GOD, my baby has been in these people's hands for two weeks and nothing happened to her? I thank you GOD” she looked up at the officers with a shocked but grateful look on her face.

“None of my words were accusing you, Miss.” She comforted herself more on the chair, and looked down, trying to memorize about the terror she saw before. It was the first time she saw with her own eyes someone got murdered, “To-day, this afternoon in exact. This apartment’s owner’s friend came by. He was the owner of the pub where Ms. Fidget works. He wanted to check of her and so he went to her room. BUT-“ she suddenly raised her voice, getting too consumed in her own story, leaning her body forward, getting closer to the officer as she resumed, “-he came back to the lobby looking horrified. He trembled, thrilled, terrified, terrorized. Ah! What in the world!

“And all of us must have been directly responsible for something about Christie, more than all of Van Duke. I don’t know the other four of you but I can confirm mine and Dean’s. And I know that you all also know it. “Think about it: six friends were in a room at the very anniversary of a suicide which they were directly responsible for. And one of them, must have been guilty to the point that they would seek justice for what happened, putting matters on their own hands, radically righting a wrong that they were a part of—a grand redemption! “Further deducing the circumstances of that night—a locked door, six guilty people who were alone, and a dead body—, I come to one conclusion, my friends

Then I got back to my research again browsing through criminal cases described in news articles and web forums. An hour passed and I was tired of reading bloody stories that got me nowhere near something I could use in the novel, so I began to grumble on one of the mystery-crime forums. “Help me out. Have you heard of any interesting murder case nowadays? I swear, I’m not a psycho, I’m a writer begging for an inspiration,” I hoped that sounded convincing enough. No one was answering. I’d waited for an hour and got little bit frustrated. I was about to get back to my previous way of research but then someone replied.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

He just attacked that poor girl before taking her stuff. In what world did they live in? How cruel, even wild animals have more empathy for their fellow beings. She listened to the inspector announce that the case will be closed and asked him when the investigation even really took place. It was only the day before that Peggy was murdered and in less than 15 hours the case was already closed. But what was this prank?

She was haunted by only one thing, why her father killed his secretary and ran away. His mother who knew that his father was a murderer but still did not accept it in front of him even though his mother had evidence. He was sitting on the sidewalk reminiscing about the day he found out that his mother had the evidence. Flashback : One day, he sat in his mother's room, engaged in a lengthy conversation with her. As his mother withdrew some money from the cupboard, a surprising event unfolded. A plastic package unexpectedly dropped to the floor, revealing its contents: a gun and a letter. The gun had been wrapped carefully in a handkerchief. Reacting swiftly, he promptly rose from his seat, as

My composure broke for a split second. “ And guess what? They drowned too, just like Raven's mother but only this time it wasn't a bathtub but a lake.” He chuckled darkly.“ Isn't that a coincidence?” Brilliant bastard! He knows, he has always known. It's so unfortunate that I have no idea what he's talking about, isn't it? “ What a tragic event, Alex. But tell me.’’I curled my fist on the desk, leaning forward.“Why do you have so much interest in these murder cases, hmm?” I crooked a brow at him and I saw his shoulders stiffen.