Personal Narrative: Gruesome Graffiti

Amityville took place in the 1970’s. “My parents have been shot!” Screamed Ronald Defeo bursting into Harry 's Bar on the night of November 13, 1974. Ronald was found guilty for the murder of his parents and four younger siblings. Today he is 64 and still is in jail.

Before I can even blink my father shoots him in the head, making his blood seep into the road. He must have told the taller of the two to put him in the trunk as well, but I missed it, now knowing why my mother didn’t want my dad in my life. I scurry further back into the shadows and rush behind a building and sprint as fast as I can home. I slip in the back door of our house and make sure I don’t wake anyone up. I trip all the way up the stairs as a result of me shaking so much, but make it to my room.

A bone­chilling, mystery, murder took place in a peaceful/small town in Boulder, Colorado, taken place on Christmas night shook the nation. Beauty queen, pageant winner, adorable, innocent JonBenet Ramsey was killed in the family home on the night of December 25th, 1996. Jonbenet was found with a device around her neck that straggled her, stun gun marks on her left side of her body, hands tied above her head, and tape over her mouth. Later autopsies found that the girl was bashed over her head leaving an 8 ½ inch fracture. Then found later on that Jonbenet was sexually assaulted.

The bodies of a sixteen year old Leslie Arnold’s parents were found buried in their house’s backyard of Omaha, Nebraska after he confessed to the police about the killings. On September 27th, 1958, Leslie had into an argument with his parents over their family car. This led him to brutally shooting his parents and burying their bodies in a shallow grave behind their home. His parents were William Arnold, a 42 year old manager and his wife Opel who was about 40 years at the time of their death. Arnold and his 11 year old brother even stayed in the home alone since that time.

They knew it was a serial killer because this serial killer left his Initials. C.B. which stood for The Child Butcher. The Child Butcher was well known In the North East because he has killed over 65 people. All of them had the same fate, the whole family was dead while the oldest or only child was missing and never to be found. As we were watching it my mother yelled at us and told us to change the channel so we did.

JonBenet Ramsey a 6-year old pageant queen. Daughter of John Bennett, a wealthey business man, and her mother, Patricia Ramsey, a socialite. JonBenet, youngest of the Ramsey family, was horrendously murdered between the nights of December 25, 1996 to December 26, 1996. A ransom note was left on the stairs of their Colorado home. Patsy woke up and went down stairs to make coffee but instead found the ransom not on the staircase.

I faded to sleep (metaphor) at that last thought which brought joy to my heart. The next morning I woke up drowsy from staying up late. All the same I got up and got ready, setting the stage with my brother to kill the murderer. We looked over the plans and drove to the ideal place to set up a murder scene.

Most people came to believe that the murderer was the young child 's father, or his wife. This belief was based on media attention given to the case rather than any real facts or evidence. Some people have been cleared and others have died while trying to clear their names (Murder and Subsequent). Still, the crime goes unsolved

The morning he died my father came, as he usually did, to get his coffee early, and he and Colonel Holcomb and Mr. Wallace were talking. Mr. Wallace lay still sitting on his bed and putting his shoes on. I had gone into the kitchen when I heard daddy say, “’Foot, ‘Foot, what’s the matter?” I ran to see, and then dad and Colonel Holcombe were laying him on the bed. Colonel Holcombe said, “He’s

Her face was pale and she held her hand to her head in disbelief. I knew it was grandpa. Although we knew the death of my grandpa was coming, I never actually wanted to experience the loss. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself, crying continuously.

After eating, I cleaned myself off and put on some fresh clothing from Zaroff’s closet. When I opened the front door, I could see the fear that lay in that forest. Flashbacks instantly came flooding through my head. Although I was glad to have gotten rid of that inhumane man, I still couldn’t believe that I had something to do with another person’s death. The idea of death

I knew something was wrong because I peeked outside and saw my dad outside on our deck in tears. I said “what’s wrong?” She said “Cannon, your grandfather passed away”. I burst into tears. It was already a rough time for me because about a month before that day, my great grandmother had passed away.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of April Summner.” Me and my dad, Jackson, were at my mom 's funeral. When the doctors told us she only had three months to live, we didn’t take it seriously. When Jay heard, he left the family for dry and never even left a text or phone call since. Nobody ever saw this coming, or happening to my mother.

Several Mexicans had removed an old walnut casket from Palm Cemetery and were in the process of replacing the corpse with the body of a person who had just died when they were discovered by a cemetery employee. When F. A. Decker, secretary of the Long Beach Cemetery Association, arrived on the scene the Mexicans had already fled, but he found human bones strewn about the area of the grave. The casket, which looked to be about 25 years old, was falling to pieces. When police arrived at the cemetery they discovered the Mexicans had returned since Decker’s departure and buried a body in the grave. The identity of the Mexicans was never learned, nor was the identity of the person buried by

I was so scared at that time, so scared of what could happen to me. Fortunately, the sheriff thought that Bob fell on his own knife and Atticus Finch thought that a man named Jem killed him. Eventually, they knew I killed Bob, but they knew I did it for self defense purposes. So, they did not need to arrest or charge