Murder Stories Novels & Stories

It’s distressing that I’ve spent enough time with this man to have a “usual.” My mind flashes to all the stories my parents told me about New York murderers to try to keep me from moving all the way out here after college. They pick a random woman off the street, then follow her, and by the time she realizes there’s something wrong, it’s too late.Granted, most of mom’s horror stories were from the 80s. Except there was that one true-crime podcast last year about the elevator murderer.

I'm really sorry miss, I didn't see you,’Alma apologized profusely, it was good that the cup was tight and the hot coffee didn't spill on her. "Can't you watch where you are going you filthy human," Lena said and walked off without looking back. Alma was astonished why she would refer to her as a human but her attention was drawn to the screen where an image of Damien and that of his father was being shown. Up until then they hadn't captured the two. Several mysterious murders which added up to two thousand in the last one year could finally be resolved as the mystery behind it was now unravelled. The news anchor also spoke about the survivor of the ordeal who was still receiving treatment a

Damn, the fellow never sleeps! He had too much time on his hands telling stories about twenty women he murdered in eight years. Hanes served life in prison without parole. Hanes told Edwards his stories, memories of how he murdered each woman. The maniac remembered gruesome acts he performed upon each one of them. The stories should have sickened the cop. They just got on his nerves.

she asked. "It's two o'clock," Mg quikly answered. "The same time, same place," she said, staring into nothingless. "Who are you referring to?" I can't stop asking. So, Namih told us what she meant. She told the whole incident from the beginning when she lived here. We wonder. That is really hard to believe. At first, I didn't believe and I know Mg thinks the same way as I do. Who would believe in ghosts? Those super naturals are just old people's stories for me. But I was intrigued when Namih mentioned the method of killing the woman in her dream. So I doubted that what she said might be true. I think that has a connection with the main case that the MPD (Manila Police Department) is deali

Behind them stood five more, all pacing and agitated. It was the biggest news story of the day. Not only had an internationally-acclaimed vocalist been murdered, right during his debut performance, right in Carnegie Hall—not only had he been murdered in a suspicious way, but things had managed to get even worse. When the police followed up on the only lead they had, when they had visited her apartment, four policemen were killed. To say that things had escalated was to put it mildly.

she asked, trying to keep him talking. She knew with his distraction she could learn something more about all of this, and hopefully help Creighton and Andrew put a stop to him and his partner. “What’s that got to do with it?” “Have you ever heard of Al Capone? General Custer and the Indians? Jessie James? Guns are a part of our heritage and we know the difference between accidental shootings and murder.” “You don’t know anything about it,” he snarled. “I think it would be best if you just shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”

With the medical report in hand, Clara contacted her grandfather immediately—the head of the family. Family representatives arrived quickly. Clara handed over everything: camera footage, lab results, voice recordings, and photos of the hidden spy cameras. After reviewing the evidence, Clara’s grandfather was furious. “That bastard!” He ordered an immediate police report and brought in top lawyers. Using the evidence, police quickly built a case against Mr. Reed. The investigation revealed even more crimes. Mr. Reed had not only drugged Clara for months but also spied on her with hidden cameras, using her confused state to fabricate evidence of mental instability and improper behavior.

He begged Nikolas. Nikolas looked at the physician head to toe with absolute venom. “Every murder doesn't have to be done with a knife or a gun,”It can be done by hiding the truth too. The pity of the situation is, murderers like you roam free breaking the law. And the people who lost their kith and kin because of you won't even have an idea about it. Mafia is far better than you. We carry the board ‘danger’ wherever we go so that people around us are with caution.

My eyes scan the typed list, my blood running cold as I read. The page is a roster. A list of names, each accompanied by a brief, chilling description. My gaze sweeps across the dozen entries. Wanted for multiple homicides.Known for brutal torture methods.Implicated in disappearances and mass killings. Every single name on that page is a notorious killer, a ghost story whispered in the underbelly of the city’s criminal landscape.

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."