Personal Narrative Of Dr. Phil Johnson's Death

Another letter came out and the killer talked about moving away and that he would never be caught. Again, matched Dr. coworker.

LeBronjello was found at 6:02am on October 3 in his office. He was a nuclear chemistry professor at CU boulder and made around 125,000 dollars per year. He was fifty-three years old and had lived in his home in Arvada for over twenty years. LeBronjello happen to like cranberry juice and ate 12 bananas a day. In recent years, he and his wife got a divorce because she claimed he drank a lot. When you walked into his office on October 3, there was a footprint on his floor mat that didn't match his own. He was found on the ground face up, with a piece of metal in his hand. The metal in his hand was in an extension cord that was unplugged from the wall. On his desk, there was an uneaten cupcake, a banana peel, LeBronjellos identification card, a

One day, Deputy R. Ebel, a rookie on the Cloverville Police Department who was known for not playing by the rules decided that enough was enough. He paid a visit to the Smith’s home when no one was there and did a little snooping around. Upon pulling up to the Smith’s residence in his patrol vehicle, Ebel first noticed two green plastic garbage bags sitting on the curb propped up against the Smiths’ mailbox. Trash pick-up was that morning so Ebel knew he had to act quickly before the garbage was taken. He rummaged through both bags and found several pieces of junk mail belonging to the Smiths, some baggies containing a white powdery residue, several small mirrors, and several used razor blades.

Pulling into the parking lot at the cleaners, he saw the closed sign in the window, but Rosy had not turned off the lights in the store. Rushing to the front Andrew pounded on the door. Looking up from the pile of papers she was separating, Rosy recognized Andrew, since his family had been her customer for years. Unlocking the front door, she said, “I called the police and told them someone took Mrs. Barnes.”

I responded to 103 Martha George Hall in reference to a suspicious circumstance call. Upon arrival, I spoke with Daron Warren. Warren stated that he left his residence around 17:30 on this date, when he arrived back he noticed footprints in his living room. The footprints led to the bathroom area. Warren also advised that he didn’t notice anything missing. There were no signs of forced entry to the residence.

It was yet another slow day at Detective Villy's precinct. He and his partner Detective Vanilla were so bored of the lack of work that they ended up working on cold cases. "Take a look at this one." Vanilla told Villy as she handed him a folder."It's dated not too long ago." "Interesting" replied Villy. This is only dated back two weeks. In fact, this is a rather weird case." "Let me get this straight so several resident on Plage Street came and filed a report on missing jewelry, and they all have stated that there was only a broken window though the main bedroom, and that was all" explained Vanilla. "Also, these all the residents weren't there" realized Villy "these all seemed very well planned, the jewelry went were stolen on nights that

So the next day they went to find more clues and found a footprint where the Mills were standing the day they interviewed them.

I am writing in support of the incrimination of my fellow classmate. On the afternoon of March 30th at 3:40 I was walking from Mr. Daron Atkins room, room 26 to my car that was parked between the new wing and cafeteria. I was in quite a hurry because I was late to The Shepherd's House but you can never pass up an opportunity to take a Snapchat in the fabulous 1st wing hallway lighting. It wasn't until later the next day when I was questioned by the officer that found the corpse that I thought to examine this very tasteful Snapchat. Upon further examination I noticed a figure dressed in all black standing at Ms. Martin’s door. At first glance, this body seemed completely disguised in all black, but this person just happened to be carrying a

“When do Angelica start her therapy treatments.” ask Aunt Lori. “In a few days, Sarah her therapist will be calling tomorrow so that we can set a time.” said Marie. ”Okay.” said Aunt Lori. “The medicine she’s on will have her sleepy, but after a couple of days, her body will get adjusted to it.” said Marie. As they were still talking, Simone and David walked in. “Aunt Lori, that gumbo was delicious.” said Simone. “Yeah, it was good, a little spicy, but it was delicious.” said David. “Thank you both, I got that recipe from a friend, she’s known for her gumbo.” said Aunt Lori. “Come on have a set.” said Marie. David and Simone sat down. “What are you two smiling about?” ask Marie. “Do you want me to tell them or will you?” said Simone. “You can tell them.” said David. “Ok, Ok, enough, tell us what.” said Marie. David held Simone’s hand, stared at her, then he smiled. “Okay, we’re waiting, tell us.” said Marie. “Mom, David and I have something to tell you and Aunt Lori.” “Okay, we know that much, now what is it.” said Aunt Lori. “Mom, this morning, David and I went to the courthouse.” “Courthouse, for what.” “David and I got married this morning, we both decided that we didn’t want a big wedding.” Marie got up and walked in the kitchen. “Mom, Are you alright.” said Simone. Marie walked back in the room, sat down on the sofa and said, “I’m fine, I just wanted to see you get married in a church, walking down the aisle, that’s all.” said Marie. “Mom, everything we’ve been

“Bill hurry up we need to set up the platforms“ yeled John “ok” said Bill

Infuriated, Anna turned on her father-in-law as they entered the sheriff’s department for questioning. “Excuse me? According to this investigation, your son has lied to me through our entire relationship. He is a monster for what he did and I will NOT submit myself to further mistreatment. If I get my way, he will rot in jail for all eternity. Although his life is now forfeit, I will not carry his guilt and shame.” Slamming through the door, she reclaimed her life.

It was late at night, The police gets a call around 11:30. "Hello this is the Beverly Hill's Police Department what seems to be your emergency”, he said. “My maid is dead!!”, the lady on the phone said. “Okay!, please calm down! We will be there as soon as possible." I get called to the scene. I see flashing blue and red light. I hear people screaming and yelling. I am escorted to the backyard and see a woman in a very elegant dress crying hysterically. I check my pocket and took out my notepad. " What happened mam?" i asked. "Look for your self!" She tells me this while pointing to the pool. I walk over slowly and see a red pool with a body floating. I see some men talking out the body and examining it. " What seems to be the cause of death" i asked. "It

It is a overcast day. I am walking to Ms. C. Johnson's class. As I look down the hallway I notice something different. Ms. Johnson is not here! As I walk around the trash can to enter the classroom, The Substitute Teacher says “Hello” to me. I come in, Grab my folder and try to complete my Do-Now. As I am finishing the Do-Now, I notice on the board, written in bold it says “Mrs. Smith”.

There was the mascot, our old pal the skeleton, dismantled with it’s bones across the floor. Spread throughout the room were more spores, the entire room reeked of some mold and funky chemicals, almost like the stuff they used to do the floors with after hours. Over towards the back near the sinks was another scary surprise. A chalk outline of what was left of Robin. The figure was much more, rotund than I remembered it. According to the outline, she was lying face up possible forced to the ground by her assailant, a large pool of dried blood can be seen from her midsection, could be multiple stab wounds but it’s hard to tell unless you were there when the body was fresh. Starting to feel creeped out already, but I wasn’t ready to leave. I’ve felt there had to be something the police overlooked. Carl must have been in this very room, I thought to myself so I started looking around for clues. Starting high and low from the sinks, underneath the counter tops, in the cabinets where he kept the specimens and other bits of biological teaching tools. There were numerous science magazines scattered around, Mr Shufner was an avid collector of these and would make them assignments on slow days if he were so inclined. There was one noticeable pile just behind his desk. Tempted, like a pile of leaves I kicked over the pile of print

“Come in,” a deep voice from the other side of the wall yelled. Margaret walked in and the man sitting in the chair gave her a puzzled look. “I’m sorry to bother you sir, but I’ve just been informed that my husband was killed in an explosion at his job. I was wondering if it would be okay if my children and I took the rest of the day off to grieve.” Edward Phillips took a deep sigh and spoke, “What makes you so special, that you think you can just walk in here and ask for the rest of the day off? Just the other day you came in here asking if you could take time off to give your children some food and now this. Keep this up woman and I’ll lock those doors in your working areas just like my friends who own the The Triangle Waist Company do, or should I say did.” Edward Phillips gave the widow a sinister smile and quickly pushed them back to their working