Short Story Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

“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

' 'See me at nine - bring coffee and cake. I’d started the day having to consider if my friends were murderers. Something in the story still didn’t add up. Was it possible Sid knew nothing about the events before the police told her? Was Vera truly clueless at that moment when my father phoned to announce the bloodbath at the cottage? Her behaviour made me believe she already knew the Walkers were dead. Was I being duped by a couple of crooks? I didn’t think so, but doubts kept returning. If they had contrived this whole plot to rid themselves of a blackmailer with a habit, was my life in danger, too?

Next scene, while Stella was asleep Cindy came out, she was sitting on the chair. Since it's a crowded alley, Cindy moved her chair in front of their door. She saw a man with a gun running to her spot, she was startled that she couldn't move. Then she saw a lot of police officers next to the man, the man stripped with Cindy's foot that's why the man fall to the ground, The gun flipped then Stella kicked it out of his way. Police officers took the suspect, one of them put handcuffs while his hand is in his back waist,

Droplets of blood speckled the ground, his clothes, ran down Bryony’s arms and soaked into her socks and sneakers. The murderer—the second murderer, not our Peter—was making a mess of it. Not a professional, obviously, but more likely a young student at the university who was out for an early morning kill, simply to satiate his curiosity. Or he had done it before, but maybe only once or twice, and he still hadn’t developed his skills yet. Poor guy, thought Peter. He really screwed this up. Perhaps he would have had potential, but now nobody will ever know. Bryony’s wide eyes caught sight of Peter, and she fastened her gaze on him neatly, much like the near perfect sound a snap makes when it

MYSTIC HOLLOW (Homicide) . BY NAOMI INNOCENT . CHAPTER 8 . Phillips got close to the building and aimed at the killer. He didn't notice a splinter at the lawn as his leg mistakenly hit it, he loosed control and fired the bullet and it hit the killer by his gun, knocking it off his hand as the killer diverted his attention to where the gun shot came from, he saw Phillips on the lawn and started running on the roof.

“Who would put mint in a popcorn?” “I would,” Thomas intervened, shrugging. “Just to know what it tastes like.” “I’ll tell you what it tastes like: weird and not delicious.” “Shh! Shut up. The movie’s starting,” Leia shushed. Alice finally found peace when the movie started. It was a mystery where the detective was being played by a serial killer, leaving small clues in each of his victims. Alice liked mystery movies and comic books. It tickled her mind just like how science experiments did. It was a puzzle for her, a puzzle that was screaming and begging to be solved. However, she knew that it was different for murder cases. It was much more complicated.

I can feel a shiver run down my spine as I gulp. Something is weird about the atmosphere... how come everyone suddenly disappears? I slowly swallow the candy that was sitting in my mouth. It was a soft candy, so it didn't hurt my throat. Clenching the handle of my bag tightly, I try to walk as normally as I could master. *Bathump! Bathump!* Calm down... there must be a reasonable explanation why this happened, right? A shadow shape of a person appeared behind me. The more I try to walk faster, the more it follows me. Turning around to the different alleyway, I tried to lose the shadow. Since I wasn't paying attention to where I'm heading, I ended up walking to a dead end.

’ It was her uncle, Nicholas Jacobs, the conniving bastard who sold her out to the criminals. Nicholas had been sitting in his car waiting for a sign that his niece was still alive. It had been a few hours since she had been taken, and he was losing hope as the night wore on, but he was not going to give up. He had a feeling Clara was near. His patience paid off when he heard the gunshot somewhere near where he was waiting. The sound reverberated against the shipping crates and warehouses. He prayed that he was heading in the right direction as he followed his instinct. He saw someone running toward him in a zig-zag pattern like a maniac that he almost ran over her.

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 looks around as if making sure that no one saw her— I am an accomplice to a murder. "Shhh," I shut her up, these walls had ears, "I know." It's hard to figure out without clues. The waitress arrives with the breakfasts so we start eating. —There is nothing that leads us to know what happened. It's obvious it was wolves but why don't they want it to be known? Why incinerate them to leave no trace? That keeps me sleepless.