The killer didn't need heart failure as death, pain and agony waited in silence, The killer stood up fixing Anne Carter with a cool, contemptuous gaze. Anne fiddled a bit with the toothbrush, but she
Death was on an old bathroom floor that hasn't been renovated since the 1960s fighting off the rigor mortis. Dr. Ariel Rivera didn't know how it got there, but she was determined to find out. She push
The gatherers just stood around and watched the young woman suffering as their brains were being pickled by stupidity.
Kimber then started scanning the length of the train station platform and the parking lot looking for any trace of a witness. It was very early in the morning, and the streets were empty and the .....
A young teenage black boy from a drug plagued neighborhood would probably get lost in the shuffle. Chambers wanted to give that boy a voice. He was hoping something would ...........
Chambers glanced back over to the derelict, who seemed to be enjoying the interrogation. The smile on his face seemed exaggerated which suggested amusement. It was so difficult to comprehend the......
With the exception of the baby monitor, there were no other means for summoning help. There were no buttons to push, no emergency cords or intercoms. There was no dialing 911, and because she was hard
Sister Teresa Keller was just as startled as King when she walked into the kitchen and saw the teenager standing there holding a gun to her face. For King it was an involuntary reaction that made him
William Washington swallowed hard. He moved his head into the apartment just a bit, but still had enough to keep the conversation with O'Brien going. He snapped his fingers as if trying to recall some
O'Brien knew that somewhere deep down inside him, he could handle a drink. He never truly believed he can go on with his life in the state of sobriety. If he planned to drink after weeks out of rehab,
Chambers knew that every visit to the autopsy room reaffirmed a detective's need for a mental buffer between the living and the dead. The freezer held more than a dozen bodies just waiting for the dis
Shelton only remembered the nausea that plagued him several weeks ago, but that had not lasted for too long. He didn't remember the last time he put something in his stomach, but he wasn't hungry eith
There were no witnesses, no motive, but still there was a body on the floor. After the stabbings the man was dead, and then dead some more with the gun shot blast. One of the uniforms sat on the bed..
The clerk saw gray death staring out of the mask. It was an odd look. It was as if the grim reaper stood before him, waiting. The clerk's eyes broke when he tried to return the gun man's stare.
Kimber had this blind urge to run, seek light, and to just get the hell out of there, but she couldn't. The darkness felt like chains and it bounded her in place. The room around her seem to expand and close in on her...
A voice of despair rang out from the basement's darkness. That voice shrilled and echoed through Chambers' subconscious mind. His brain was rattling like a ping pong ball being shot across the table by two professionals...
The firefighters moved the body of an eighty year old man who lived on the third floor and died in bed. There were no windows, and poor ventilation. It was almost a guarantee that the smoke killed him before the fire...
That small piece of goodness tried to stay with him as it spoke to him with surprise and disgust, but there wasn’t enough to control the hatred. The monster that was growing inside him really never understood...
The mass suicide had given them the myth of the raging pursuit. Everyone in the state goes around pointing fingers, and giving their expert opinion on why and how this could have happened. They also explain that the...
Sweat poured down her face, broke over her thin jaw, and drained down her neck. Her hands were trembling and the veins popping up as she tried pulling against the constraints. She held her breath while trying to fight...
Kimber knew that if she’d dug up some information on many of the dead, she would find some history in the computer, which can scan city arrests going back several years. But there would be nothing exceptional to lock...
The cook leaned back against the pantry wall, his heading spinning like a child’s top. His fear thickened as the chained ghost approached. There was an odd wind picking up. It lifted his hair like static, which was...
Kimber rattled her head for information, and she remembered the day starting off with a domestic. It was on Clinton Avenue closer to the Railroad Avenue side, a true tragedy in which a young Puerto Rican girl was...
Either from the force of the rape or from her own efforts to escape the woman rolled off the side of the bed and onto the floor. There was a small amount of blood splatter on the lower side of the box spring. She was...
The old woman screamed. The shadow and its fury vanished, and there was only the darkness. She was shuddering with worry. She had a premonition about a wolf attacking her granddaughter, and her premonition of dread had...
Later that evening, Porter Hurst arrived at the chapel wagon in a state of great agitation and told Father Mason Richards he absolutely had to make a confession immediately. Hurst sat down in one of two chairs that were...
There was a sense of movement, and then a rush of reality chilled her to the bone. Bodies were stacked on a park bench like driftwood. Her thoughts descended deeper and deeper into cold darkness. She had begun to doubt...
I did it, daddy, she was saying. I swam across the pool all by myself. She kept saying it over and over, but her father wouldn’t look at her. He just kept his eyes straight ahead not listening. She yelled louder,...
Finding her murderer ended without even a dying fragment of hope. The reality was simply pale, starved and weak. The case would never go cold, but it would remain open long after Chambers was soaking in his pension.
Several hold-ups and each one of those held its own nightmare. Those nightmares would quickly fill the empty space in the lead detective’s subconscious mind. The nightmares would always scare the hell out of young...
When war breaks out, The devil really doesn’t care, Giving birth over and over To destruction and fear,
That comment made by one of his victim’s parents had dismantled him. In his crazed mind he tries to make himself believe that he didn’t steal lives, he saved souls. That statement infuriated him.
Jimmy Williams saw a pair of legs buckling in slow repetition and a glimmer of hope lit up in his eyes. He watched the paramedics struggle as they began working a device that greatly constricted the blood flow to the...
2400 Martin Luther King Boulevard shook the entire police squad. The crime scene was a back alley of an old Caldor Department store. The victim was slumped over the steering wheel with three gunshots to the side of his...
Placing the body here wasn’t strange or illogical. It made sense to leave it where no one wanted to be noticed. Whalley Avenue.
It was just after two in the morning, and the lead detective completed scouring the streets. It was in an after hours bar when two men shot at each other. Each man represented a different gang, and the lead detective...
He felt guilty because if the shooting had been someone else, the reports would have been different. The shooter would have been labeled a murderer. The young man who died would have been labeled a homicide victim. The...
For all of humanity, hell was entirely the creation of one’s own mind. Working the Westside district brought that creation to light. It was Seaside Park Diamond Six, there were four unfinished graves dug in the...
The director led a roomful of people to the doorway and waited patiently as he finally got their attention. There was a strain in his voice when he told the group that there was no room at the shelter and that they...
Hoping and wishing. His mind was still veiled in a gray haze. He couldn’t remember the past. He couldn’t remember their childhood. It was all in a dark cloud. The laughing and joking was not there. The running and...
There were drugs all over the floor, his brain fried, blood splattered on the door, he sat in a wooden chair, tied
"This was the cause of his demise," he said. " Man’s got a hole in his head and life just poured out. The poor bastard.."
he turned the corner and saw the ambulance, the street was a light show, time of call was 0300, and that was a half an hour ago,
It took years and lots of tears, but finally he would confess, his life was a total mess...
When right is right, you can see the light, nothing would stop, as you see that rare species, the thinking cop...
earring ripped out of his ear, murderer gone without a single trace,as the gay community would fear, another file, another cold case.
I couldn’t believe that life could seduce an endless train of people, in order to reduce my own depression, I drew close enough to see the pulsing beauty of their unique expression,
She had difficulties remembering the events that landed her in a hospital bed, bandages were on tight,
It was a downtown scene, shot past the streetlight he thought it was green, as if to make a point,
Sirens ran through the air, it dominated every other sound, made everyone’s heart pound, an emergency was near, and that was very clear,
and the angry man had remained speechless, he was her guardian angel, the only one, but she took her own life, and his job, reluctantly done.
So many triumphs and losses came throughout the 1970's. Lets look back at some...
the dead spirits far away, their sorrows would play, as my hand moved toward my throat, lingering there as the cries grew, I drew a small, slow breath,
as she looked up at her picture, light brown hair falling into her eyes, there was fear near, it was undeniable, as she fought back the tears,
Nick PT Barnum. Wordlessly, he brings himself face to face with the serial killer, leaning forward until their eyes were less than a foot apart. The horrific murderer was sitting in a chair in a hotel room waiting for...
What could have caused such a reaction? Had she done something wrong?
Her actions, tasteful, her make-up, flawless, her manners, graceful, her laugh, infectious,
two poems here for your entertainment Like Dust and Religion failed man...
Nick PT Barnum was getting closer and he knew that, but he had a powerful drive. It was almost like an addiction. He had to kill.
two poems written by Atanacio A Wisp and Euphoric.. enjoy
The spirits would cause the most harm, as the devil would begin by turning on the charm,
Tired eyes, aching feet, he moved like a man who spent his years on the street, long, dirty and straggly hair was beginning to recede,
Trapped In A Sin She prayed faster and faster, prayers tripping one over the other, her breath she tried to draw, her throat burning and raw
His face, suspicious with a touch of coldness, no grace...
The shadows were dancing in this ghetto ballet....
War and Destruction there was a slight rise, the shooting was steady, ambush ready, bullets in the air,
Voices calling, whispers rising, then falling, face flushed red, shaking her head, walking stiffly, like the living dead,
Her eyes would twitch, she was a self proclaimed witch, fear and desperation, it was what she was facing, her pulse was racing,
the crime scene was mainly the car, with the victim slumped in the backseat, emotions did not go far, the body looked like unpackaged meat,
Summer held its own special horrors.. read some more
As a homicide detective he knew everything was wrong with his life, any man could lie to their wife,