Murder Stories 소설 & 이야기

Detective Harry Macmillan was in an office at Scotland Yard, who had taken an oath herself, to find the murderer of Willemina Winchester; she was analyzing some papers, they were the notes on how the body had been found, with a couple of holes in the neck, some of the funeral service agents and others said with fear; "It must be a vampire", "or some demonic being", those were the rumors that ran through the streets of the city, in the other bodies that had been found the marks were the same, he had his fountain pen between his lips and his nose, he thoughtfully read each one of those notes.

Death awaits you, your darkest pleasures hitchhiked on the highway. On a rainy night at the police station between highways, reservations, between the mountains, following a highway, amidst the crimes of the dawn, among the nights of stars, among the crimes, the policemen death asked for a ride; Being that it's a collection of vampire/werewolf stories, investigation. Several horror tales, among several characters that pass through the city of Lovecraft County. So, follow the supernatural world, between changes, attacks of beasts and supernatural worlds, lives of terror and nightmares.

I watch as she squints, probably trying to remember her own headline. “They dug up those two murderer blokes from In Cold Blood,” I don’t want to tell her she’s won by kilometres just yet. “Why?” “Something about some murders in Florida,” So I just nod quietly, pretending to turn it over for a moment. I wonder how I managed to let that one slip through the cracks. I’ve only read the novel about a hundred times. “I suppose you win today.”

asked the old man who seems to have never used a computer connected to a global network, but has already heard about the potential of this resource. “The only thing I found in my searches and research was that there must only be one reason for this apparent non-existence of homicides. It's as if these two cases were nothing more than fiction...! What a paradox! Strange, isn't it? Investigating an actor and considering the crimes as fiction! To give you an idea, in the same period the police investigated much less important things and released them to the press, which flooded the media... Such as car theft, pet kidnapping, fraud, etc. All in the period parallel to the homicide case. And there

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

“It’s amazing the ghost tour companies can be allowed to just fabricate stories like that.” “Well, there were some actual real people involved in that story. Not like the tale of the murdered teenagers in the 50s or 60s.” “Yeah, I heard it was completely made up.” “Absolutely no truth to it whatsoever. Trust me, I scoured the local paper archives and came up empty-handed. I find it hard to believe murders that gruesome could take place without any news coverage. Also could find no evidence there had even been a police investigation for a crime fitting the description. Pure fantasy, plain and simple.”

PART FOUR: START LOVING YOU CHAPTER TWO Back in the Muriel’s company, Stefan was celebrating with Mr. Brown the good news. Good news he had been the protagonist from. In less than four months two murders had happened. “I don’t understand, that was too easy for you, right?” Mr. Brow said after reading the headline in the newspaper. Stefan pouring a glass of wine, smiled. “Well, too easy as you said, no, it wasn’t but I can’t say he became in the reason of my sleepless nights.”

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?

Reports piled up like corpses. The disappearance of Sarah Hensley, still unsolved, still unspoken. The grisly deaths of Julia Summers and Jon Mitchell, hastily declared “accidents” by a press team that hadn’t stopped shaking. The murder of Victor Save, found behind the athletics building with his skull caved in like a melon. The House Phantom files, hacked and leaked by Miriam —now national news, sending ripples through powerful families. And of course—the massacre: over a hundred men, armed to the teeth, dead on school grounds.

After the murders, when the police agency, which at that time, was investigating the death of a maid, who tripped and fell, hitting her head, Hathori in his quest to destroy that family's life began to dig, then he discovered the story of two maids, i mean the nannies, within 4 years of each other, the nanny died when Richard was 12, the first maid died, when Richard was 4. According to stories that everyone heard over the years, it was that the boy was a murderous psychopath without feelings, they said that when he didn't attack people, he killed animals. Some cases of accidents, disappearances and even people found dead in the surroundings, were eaten, pushed. That was the side effect of a