Murder-Personal Narrative

On February 9, 2011, at approximately 7:15 AM, I, GBI Special Agent Abigail Wilkes, arrived at 293 Stone Road to process a crime scene involving two deaths. When I arrived, the crime scene was secured with yellow tape. I met with Deputy Sheriff Ray Chandler. Chandler told me that the two victims, Steve Campbell and Sherry Campbell, had two gunshot wounds each. Sherry Campbell died in the master bedroom of the residence, but emergency medical services (EMS) took Steve Campbell from the scene. Chandler informed that the EMS personnel entered the residence through the front door and placed Steve Campbell on a stretcher. Steve Campbell 's injuries created a blood drip trail when he was transported to the ambulance. The drip trail began in the master bedroom, went through the hallway, out of the front door, and into the yard of the residence. Steve Campbell died on the way to the hospital.

At three o’clock in the morning, Chris Salyer (109) and I discovered Steven Strominger (117) drunk being walked home by Morgan Hall from Davis (232). According to Steven, he fell asleep outside on a bench and Jordan Hawkins told him to come inside Davis. Somehow, Steven made his way to the second floor and knocked on Morgan’s door. He knocked on her door because his friend who left him went to hook up with her roommate, and he thought it would be cool. Morgan helped him get back to DK. When he entered, Chris and I were in the lounge talking. Steven was very forgetful, but he was very chill about everything. He tried using his Drivers License on the swipe access. Morgan and Chris helped him to the bathroom and Morgan told me that he could apparently

I, Detective Wilde, am being assigned the opportunity of a lifetime! Solving the murder of Richard Webster is what's going to determine whether I receive a spotlight in the newspaper. Business has been slow lately so this will help pick it up. Ahead of the interrogation, I gathered data on the victim and each of the suspects. Some background research shows that the Webster Network of co-workers are troubled: Richard, a class A jerk, Hugh, a broken businessman, Rita, in a troublesome relationship, H.T., a misanthrope, Dee, too loyal, Del, a sloth and victim’s cousin, Justin, once jailed for computer hacking. I am going to tactfully style my questions so they will be spouting a fountain of truth. According to my calculations, everyone who is

if the Criminal Justice System suppresses a killer confession on a Miranda violation, maybe the confession was given while violating an individual Amendments right. However, a killer confession for murder should not be suppressed. Our Criminal Justice seeks the truth at trial, however, disregarding the Amendments to get the confession is bad.

A murderer was a role I never expected to play. It was for last years Key Club’s annual charity dinner for the Pediatric Trauma Program or the Eliminate Project. I’ve been apart of the dinner for my years as Key Club’s freshman representative, club representative, Vice President, and now President. The first year, I was astounded by the work. Although I didn’t do much in comparison to others, I helped plan food and train servers, which helped the event. The following years, my job was the same: to run acts and cover any possible. When I was club representative, the dinner went smoothly and my efforts helped earn money. My vice presidency was when I was a murderer for our murder mystery dinner. During this dinner, there were numerous mishaps.

In February of 2008, I was sitting in a General Court Martial proceeding to defend myself against third-degree murder charges, which arose from a raid my platoon conducted in the rural areas outside of Kirkuk, Iraq. On the night of June 23, 2007, my Platoon Sergeant (PSG) shot and killed a detainee that we had captured early that evening. Realizing what he had just done, my PSG gave me an order that would eventually have me implicated in his crime. I was acquitted of the murder charges, but found guilty of assault through my own testimony. The fact of the matter is, I had a psychotic Platoon Sergeant; Trey Corrales was the walking definition of “Toxic Leadership.” Under the control of Trey Corrales, serving in this platoon was one of the

I watched the Fox news on Monday night at 10. These are the stories that most caught my attention.

I had a unique childhood, unlike any other. Just to let you know when I say a unique childhood, I mean a dangerous childhood. For example, The time when I saw Johnny stabbing Bob Sheldon right in front of my eyes!! It was terrifying. Now that I am older and reflect on my past events, I realize that many of those things were truly life threatening. Although the stabbing incident led to Bob's death; I believe that Johnny isn't responsible for the murder, in fact, I know that Bob alongside his friends and family are the ones who caused the tragedy.

What if you were sent to jail for a robbery that excelled to a murder that you didn’t commit. Well this event happened to a young black boy, named Steve, that was influenced by his environment. The crime that Steve was a part of was robbery and first degree murder.The reason he took part in these events are unknown, but one thing that is certain is he will be charged and have to be proven innocent or guilty. What do you think? Will Steve be proven innocent or guilty of the crimes he was charged with? In all honesty Steve should be held accountable for the robbery with his associate’s James King and Bobo Evans but not for the charge of first degree murder of Mr. Nesbitt (the drug’s store owner). After reading all the evidence it can be proven

It was February 12, 2006. My wife and I are about to get ready for the day we’ve been waiting for, we are finally going to seek justice for the man that killed my innocent 4 year old daughter. Since March 3rd I have slept absolutely none, but after today everything will be finished with.

" Goodnight. " I sniffled, standing up. My sister said my name, but I didn't turn around. I continued walking. I opened my bedroom door and got into my bed. I rolled over on my side. The worst part about this whole thing is that I can't do anything. I can't run. People have tried. I can't talk about how wrong this is because I have no voice, no importance, and that's how I like and want it. The game of survival is a bullshit game where they throw ten people in this map thing, and you can either murder each other until only one stands, die because they have these little things that can get you to die, or find your way out, but it's not that easy. Nobody has ever found their way out. Usually, people go insane and kill each other. The government

Every day when I awaken to see shadows of your irregular heartbeat imprinted onto the bed sheets - but maybe that's just my imagination. For many years, you have disappeared from my side. Yet I can still feel your lingering presence.

but it is connected to money. There is no victim in it but the villain

My trial was hard and brutal. The hardest thing was to see that people, that I didn’t even know, want me dead for something that I am physically not capable of doing. You all know me, and who I really am. Most of you probably don’t care about what I have to say, and most of you don’t care what happens to me, but I know some of you do truly believe me. I was framed, and the evidence even proves that I didn’t do it, but no one believes a black man .I mean how could I choke a strong woman like Mayella, and keep her down to where she can’t get up, with my crippled arm. I would never do such a thing to anyone, and I hope you all know that. This justice system is not fair, and I knew there would be no way out of this mess.

“Hello—is this the uh, anonymous police tip line? I think I have some information regarding the murder of that kid, two days ago. You have to understand, I – well, I wasn’t in my right mind. An unreliable witness they’d call me, but I’m fairly sure of what I saw. There were four guys - no five – darting from the alley that he (Andy) was found in. I don’t remember the time, it was probably around eleven. Anyways, they came out of there looking smug and I heard one yell “That’s for you Royal”. I’m not sure exactly what it meant, but that’s what was said. I could have helped him, I saw him and I thought nothing of it. Of course, alcohol was involved. It was a rough night. I didn’t even recall what happened until it came back to me while the