The terrible thing happened at nightâas most terrible things do. While I click-clicked away at my home job as a transcriptionist, Iâd often watch the boys playing in the backyard. Theyâd be at it for hours, acting out some scene with foam swords and plastic guns, only stopping when the …
When people think of police officers, I think there’s a disconnect between our image and the reality of who we are. A lot of people see us as the good guys. Real-life superheroes that jump in at the last moment with shining golden badges ready to stop the “bad guys” …
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They say that everyone has a case that haunts them. Personally, if it’s just one case, then clearly, whoever “they” are isn’t doing very good police work. Being a detective is gritty and bleak. You aren’t dealing with happy endings, you’re dealing with the cold hard truth. Sure, every now …
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On a warm Tuesday night in 1971, Tamera put on her best Sunday clothes and climbed out of her bedroom window. Her foster brother Jax was asleep peacefully in his bed on the other side of the room, his glasses neatly placed on his bedside table, his dark hair messy …
They walked the path because they had always walked the path. This year there were nine children, swallowed in coats of gray, slogging through drifts of soft, powdered snow as the bald trees stood sentinel. They had come a long way, almost halfway up the mountain, yet still the path …
Mary’s nerves were slowly getting to her. She had a splitting headache due to the heat and the children arguing in the backseat. Joshua was eleven and he made a game of teasing his two years younger sister anywhere and everywhere. ‘For the last time, stop fighting!’ Mary was startled …
I killed my best friend when I was thirteen. It wasnât what I wanted, or what the others involved wanted, but that doesnât matter now, heâs gone. Most people look back at their childhood and realize that there was a day they went out to play with their friends for …
I hold with the pillow around my head so she wonât hear me crying, and to block out the whispering.We moved out of the city a month ago; an old detached house in the suburbs was all I can afford now after paying for her treatment. Thin wooden walls make …
My son, Richie, was almost 3 years old with beautifully thick and curly brown hair that seemed to hang in place flawlessly without any serious effort. He was a growing, healthy, and happy child, with a rapidly developing vocabulary, as any parent would hope for. That, however, was before Frank …
She tried pulling herself back, but however hard she tried, however hard she pushed, she could not stop her feet dragging her towards the open window. She dug her heels into the wooden floor, feeling splinters coming off it as her feet dragged her onward. Her hands caught the window-sill, …
Constance would not tell anyone who the father was. Not when her mother cried nor when her father yelled. Not even when her older sister, Emily, sat on her bed and held her in her arms â rocking her gently. Constance was four-months pregnant when she told her family, and …
When I joined the case at 47 County Street, I didn’t know what to expect. As a social worker, I see all kinds of screwed up things from child abuse, to children abusing their parents. Yet, when I got the reports from that household, I wasn’t expecting much. The initial …
âHoly shit! Is that what I think it is?â Brandonâs eyes widened into saucers and, despite being filled with an unabated rage towards his older brother just a few hours ago, Michael couldnât help but smile and nod at the expected reaction. Even with everything that had happened earlier in …
Everyone has heard of the boogeyman. A creature, tall and dark who comes out at night and prays on fearful children. The story is a classic tale, one that every kid and their neighbor like to scare each other with during sleepovers. People have come up with several different versions …
âNo, Mama! Mama, no! Please, Mama, donât let them take me! Iâll be good, I swear!â the girl screamed. Tears flowed from her eyes as she thrashed against the two-adult woman dressed in black. They held her arms firm and pulled her deliberately up a small set of stairs. âNow, …
The top half of Councilman Jonesâ body hung by a steel cable looped around his neck and tied off to an old oak tree on one end. It was still dripping blood, bones and veins and torn bits of intestines dangling down where the legs should start. The cable was stretched through the air, over to an ash tree ten yards away from where the other half of the body was hanging by the legs.
âDonde Esta Santa Clausâ was blaring on the radio as Gary crossed over state lines into…somewhere. He lost track of where he was hours ago. Somewhere… midwesty. He was driving back East for Christmas. Too cheap to fly, he thought heâd take the opportunity to get to see America, the …
I usually like to watch TV with my little sister, Kimberly. She was only five, so of course, she watched all the cutesy kids’ shows. I didnât really mind, though. They made her happy and I liked spending time with her. She watched shows like Dora, Blueâs Clues, and Arthur. …
Writing never had been of any interest to Patric. Throughout his life, it was his older brother, Sean, who had been the creative and artistic one, while Patric quietly had assumed the role of the unknown introvert. But for years now thoughts and ideas had been filling Patricâs head in …
Erica hated the lack of hygiene. Erica absolutely despised unhygienic people. Just thinking about the slightest chance of her physically touching a âdirtyâ person chilled her spine. She refused to drink from another personâs cup. She avoided sharing food with others. She would be utterly disgusted by people who talk …
He turns the steering wheel in different directions, taking different roads when he needs to. He needs to go through the woods to get to his destination. Heâs confused, but not about that. What confuses him is why his sister is being so silent as she sits in the backseat. …
When I was twelve, I came to the conclusion that everyone in the world, including my own family, was against me. I was never a problem child, but my parents sure treated me like one. For example, I used to need to be home by 5:00 pm every day. This …
I was raised Evangelical. Miraculous healing, speaking in tongues, Godâs voice speaking through people, Jesus Camps, and Christian School. Yep. Christian School. My. Whole. Life. These were all realities to me- and my faith never wavered. You know what? That is a lie, and I cannot write that in good …
It started with three light knocks on our door. Tap, tap, tap. We seldom had visitors to our small apartment, especially not at this hour. âAre we expecting someone?â my wife asked. âNo,â I said as I got up from our living room couch. I walked a few feet to our …
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