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I was in the attic looking for my doll going through all the old boxes covered in dust, the smell was so overwhelming, so I had to lift my shirt over my nose. As I stumbled upon this glare reflecting off the sun. The glare was right in my eye, so I walked over to the boxes and saw a watch. It had a lot of little diamonds engraved in the watch. I took it down stairs to show my mum as she said ‘’ oh my, that’s your great grandmas watch. Where did you find this?’’ said my mum.

‘’I found it in the attic trying to look for my old doll’’ I said

Mum let me have the watch and said it is very special to everyone in the family. I really loved the watch and I was just so fascinated about the glare coming off the watch but as I was moving my finger around the side feeling all the diamonds and I went over an odd one. It had no glare coming off it and it just felt really odd. I decided to text Jess and tell her to meet me at the park she said yes. As I was walking I looked at the odd diamond and pressed down on it. Everything felt weird all of a sudden, I turned around and the car on the road was just still. The old man across the road wasn’t moving at all, he was just standing there with his mouth open. I was so confused, but I kept walking to the park and everything there was just still.

I thought about it and I didn’t know what it is. I thought more. It must be the watch, that odd button on the watch. I pressed it again and everything went back to normal, the car in the road was driving as it never stopped and the old man was walking again. I ran back home as fast as I could and told mum. She began to tell me about how this watch is special and that it was been in the family for decades. I asked her ‘’ but why does it stop time’’

She replied with ‘’ well Marge there is only 1 person that knows about this and if you want to find out your going to have to find the clue. I was never able to find it’’. I was so clueless, and I went up to my room and went to find the clues.

I was trying to find it for ages I had nothing. I sat there and thought about it, my mind was starting to play tricks on me I thought I was going insane. I was looking through my room all around my house. I checked everywhere but the attic, so I went up there looking through the boxes. The box that had the watch in it was empty. I looked in the corner and saw my doll. I was so excited and as I went over there was a little note in its eye. ‘’ Hi Marge, it’s me’’

I asked ‘’who is this’’

‘’ its your great grandmother. The watch was made for a young girl and the reason no one was able to find it was because it’s meant for you.’’

I was confused I said ‘’but why’’ there was no reply. Time stopped, and my great grandmother was there. I was able to talk to her or anyone in my family that has died. ‘’This is boring’’ I said to myself

They all replied with ‘’ if you need anything ever you just tell us, and we will make it happen’’.

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The rusted pocket watch“We have to go” said mum. Nanna must be in hospital again. I hope she is okay. We arrive at the hospital, I run through the doors bashing past all people in my way. I find the room that she’s in and I just burst into tears. There she was lying in bed on life support. I go up close to her and with everything that she has left she whispers take this and protect it with your life. She passes what seemed to be an old pocket watch with little bits of rust scattered around the outsides of it.  I was about to ask what it does but then there she was laying there dead.With tears shushing down my face I storm out the back looking at this watch the only thing I have left to remember her. I look at the watch closer and notice several buttons with no reason for them to be there. I click the button on the top. As I walk around the corner I noticed that all the cars had stopped even though the traffic lights were green. “maybe there was a crash up ahead” I thought to myself. I reach my house and open the door I notice that the clock on the microwave was frozen. It must be broken. I walk in to my parents’ room and relies my mum isn’t moving as well. What is happening? I don't know what to do. I’m the only thing that isn’t frozen in time I must figure out how to unfreeze it.  I laid in bed just staring at the pocket watch. The watch was made from gold with diamonds engraved in the middle. I notice writing on the back of it.  The writing said sezeerf emit I don't know what that could mean. It could be code. I run into the bathroom and put it in front of the mirror it reads time freezes. I feel around the watch trying to find a button I push one and it just pauses the clock. I push a silver button and it appeared to do nothing. That was the only button left. Somethings wrong it should have worked. I feel sick just thinking of the fact that I may never see my friends and family moving again. It should have worked there is no other button or leaver on the old watch. As I move my finger along the smooth gold surface. I feel a slight rough patch I lift a small handle in the watch to find a glowing red button with writing saying undo on it. I press that button and run to my mums’ room to see her moving I couldn't believe it worked. Run up and give her the biggest hug I have ever gave someone. She asked “ why are you so happy to see me”. I asked her you don't know what happened. She looked at me with a confused.  Like she didn't know what happened. Mum asked “what happened”. “Nothing just a bad day at school” I replied. 

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The rusted pocket watch“We have to go” said mum. Nanna must be in hospital again. I hope she is okay. We arrive at the hospital, I run through the doors bashing past all people in my way. I find the room that she’s in and I just burst into tears. There she was lying in bed on life support. I go up close to her and with everything that she has left she whispers take this and protect it with your life. She passes what seemed to be an old pocket watch with little bits of rust scattered around the outsides of it.  I was about to ask what it does but then there she was laying there dead.With tears shushing down my face I storm out the back looking at this watch the only thing I have left to remember her. I look at the watch closer and notice several buttons with no reason for them to be there. I click the button on the top. As I walk around the corner I noticed that all the cars had stopped even though the traffic lights were green. “maybe there was a crash up ahead” I thought to myself. I reach my house and open the door I notice that the clock on the microwave was frozen. It must be broken. I walk in to my parents’ room and relies my mum isn’t moving as well. What is happening? I don't know what to do. I’m the only thing that isn’t frozen in time I must figure out how to unfreeze it.  I laid in bed just staring at the pocket watch. The watch was made from gold with diamonds engraved in the middle. I notice writing on the back of it.  The writing said sezeerf emit I don't know what that could mean. It could be code. I run into the bathroom and put it in front of the mirror it reads time freezes. I feel around the watch trying to find a button I push one and it just pauses the clock. I push a silver button and it appeared to do nothing. That was the only button left. Somethings wrong it should have worked. I feel sick just thinking of the fact that I may never see my friends and family moving again. It should have worked there is no other button or leaver on the old watch. As I move my finger along the smooth gold surface. I feel a slight rough patch I lift a small handle in the watch to find a glowing red button with writing saying undo on it. I press that button and run to my mums’ room to see her moving I couldn't believe it worked. Run up and give her the biggest hug I have ever gave someone. She asked “ why are you so happy to see me”. I asked her you don't know what happened. She looked at me with a confused.  Like she didn't know what happened. Mum asked “what happened”. “Nothing just a bad day at school” I replied. 

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Murder at the Castle Grimthorne

As the night grew closer and the moon rose in the dark pale star-lit sky overlooking the castle Grimthorne, I looked down upon the lifeless corpse. Their once white button up shirt was now stained crimson red. I was in shock, I’ve never felt so scared in my whole life, I looked around the small room with an uneasy feeling. Something peculiar had caught my eagle eye, a swiss army knife drenched in red liquid. I sprung away from the weapon and rushed down the stairs to get my phone but suddenly I heard a quietknock, knock, knock at the front door. I opened the door slowly and standing outside impatiently were my friends, Dave and Bob. They gave me a stare and chuckled, then asked if they could come in and have some tea.

I politely said, “of course you can come in, I’ll just go fetch some tea.”

They sat down at the old wooden table and I went back upstairs, but they followed. I snuck into the room where the body lay, shut the door quietly and grabbed the blood stained knife. Then the door creaked opened, Dave stared in shock and horror and Bob gagged as I loomed over the corpse.

Then I whispered ever so quietly to them, “NO WITNESSES.”

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I’m entering a dark gloomy home with no lights and ripped walls, I get chills as soon as I enter and I know something is not right. I’m walking into the living room and I see it; a dead body. There is a man hanging by a rope from the ceiling, there is no one in sight except the detective team and I. The man’s face is pale and his body is pure white, I’m getting the chills again, I feel dizzy and sick. I’m starting to vomit, the bright orange chucks with the green brown undertone of the vomit, it is burning my throat, it is everywhere including myself. I’m leaving now to clean myself up and take a rest. I’m going back to the murder scene, I walk in to see the detective team, they are just starting to observe the body and immediately one man started to speak to me saying:

“the man appears to be dead for a few days”,

“it was a suicide”

But I have a sinking feeling that it was not the case.

Its been a few days since the discovery of the body and its my turn to inspect it. I’m walking into the inspection room were the body lays on the cold metal table, it smells like raw fish and rotten eggs. I inspect his face and see foam in his mouth. I’m opening his eyes and his eyes seem unusual as they are rolled back nearly to the back of his head. I’m observing his skin and it is patchy with light white everywhere. I’m now starting to lean more to a murder not a suicide.

I’m now asking the surgeon furthermore observing his body if I can see a blood test. He is asking why; I am saying to him that it was a possible murder. He is saying I’m crazy and that it can never happen but he will do it for me. I also am asking him for all different types of poison tests.

As I wait for the test to come back I am now going to go back to the place of the murder to see if I can find some evidence. I’m starting in the kitchen I see nothing out of the ordinary, I look in the living room to see no suicide note and nothing to show a suicide. I’m looking up and then I see a security camera. I’m jumping with joy and praying that it shows something that would help us. I’m looking throughout the house to find the room. “I SEE IT” I’ve found the tapes. I’m looking at the tapes and I rewind to were I see movement of the man.

I see him…. i see him, I see the man who is now dead on the tape. I knew I was right; I knew that this was not a suicide. I also see who the murderer was and how he did it. It shows that the murderer was Clint Mason who is our local butcher. I would never suspect him. I’m good mates with him. I see that Mason killed him with poison straight from the bottle and then hung him up to make it look like a suicide. At this exact moment the surgeon calls me with some news, he is saying that the dead man is Jay Brown and that there was poison in his blood stream and that there was no suicide in this death. Now all this information is rushing through my head its time to report this to the detectives.

I’m now in the police station, I have just told the police my information and there is now a hunt to find the killer.  I don't know the reasons why Clint killed him as no one does and probably never will but we now have enough evidence to get this sick person in jail for life.

Its now been 1 year since the murder of Jay Brown and I’m am now writing to say the fate of Clint Mason. He was found the same day I reported to the police in a bush just outside of the local hospital. With all the evidence Clint was sentenced to life in prison without bail. For the life of jay is now ended not because of suicide but because of murder his legacy will always live on. I am now just hoping that this ever happens again at least for a while yet. - Abbie Harmsworth

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She was sprawled out on the ground, a recently sharpened knife just inches away from her slightly curled fingertips. There was blood on the knife. The same blood that dripped every now and then from the deep cuts on her wrists. Deep, deep, scarlet slowly staining the freshly cleaned bathroom floor. She had always been small, but in death, curled up as she was, she was tinier than ever. She lived by herself, but the only indication that she hadn’t been alone were the large, heavy footprints barely visible just inside the doorway. Even with her large eyes closed to the world forever, the room was full of her. She wouldn't have done it. She wouldn't. She was happy. She had a good life. All the evidence so far pointed towards suicide. So why did it feel like she didn’t?

Two Months Ago

It was coming to the end of a long, fun day out with her brother. After spending half an hour in the food court, a shoe shop caught their eyes. Immediately upon entry, he grabbed a pair of hiking boots in a size 13 and pulled them on. “Wow, these are so comfy.”

She laughed along with her brother. Speaking to the assistant, she said, “Could I try those in a size 7, please?” The assistant nodded and walked away.

They both ended up with a pair of hiking boots. Both the same, except for the size.

Normal time

The Detective finished writing up the report and pressed on the print button. The footprints were confirmed. Male, Hiking boots, Size 13. Fingerprints discovered but unclear. Not yet.

-

“You’re her brother.”

“Yes,” he confirmed.

“Well, I’m sorry about all this, but we received intelligence that there had only been three purchases of those boots in that size. You were the first to be asked in both because you were the one who alerted the police of the crime, so they are most likely your prints, and because of family,” the detective explained. Briefly glancing at her clip board, she continued. “Could you please tell me what you were doing on the night of August 14th?’

-

Tired and aching, he slowed the four-wheel drive to a stop to let the last of his friends out. “Same time next week?” one of them called.

“Yeah, of course,” he answered. “Every Sunday for six months, right?” Groaning, he started the car. But instead of turning towards his own house, he drove straight ahead to check up on his sister. She hadn’t come with them for five weeks in a row. When he knocked on the door no one answered, so he tried the handle and the door swung open. The lights were off, except for a ray shining from a crack in the bedroom door. The floorboards creaked as he made his way over, and the curtains flapped in and out the partially open window. Pulling open the squeaking door, he made his way into the bedroom.

She wasn't there.

But the bathroom door was open.

And she was lying on the ground, dead.

This time, he was sitting in cell at the police station. At first, he had resisted, but now he was slumped over on the hard, concrete bench, looking tired and sad. The murmurings just outside did not seem to disturb him. As the still inaudible murmurs grew louder, his head lifted slightly, hopeful as he heard a few words, surveillance, footage, death…

Until he heard one word that filled him with grief.

Suicide.

She took deep, shaky breaths. In, out. In, out. Everything that had happened rushed through her head, leaving no room for any other thoughts. Hot, hard tears came to her eyes, but she blinked them away. No, she would not cry. She would hold her head high and do what she must.

Worthless stupid b*tch

No one wants you

More tears. She wiped them away with the back of her hand.

But that wasn't all.

“Get out! We don't want you working here anymore!”

“I’m so sorry to have to tell you this, but unfortunately you have failed this class.”

“This… whatever it is, it’s not working out.”

More shaky breaths.

“Just be calm. Tell me anything you want.”

And the depression. Suppressed feeling finally let out, crashing around her ears.

With a final, steady breath, she stretched out her arm.

And raised the knife.

The footage played in his head, over and over for what seemed like hours, before he realised someone was talking to him.

“We need to ask you for any insights you might have on this incident.”

He shook his head.

“Please. We need all the information we can get.”

Suddenly, all the bottled-up emotions exploded at once. “I DON'T KNOW!” he screamed. “I DON'T KNOW WHY.” Tears were streaming down his face. “I thought… I thought… “he sobbed. “She was getting better. A few weeks ago. She said herself.  Getting help. Improving. I never thought she would…” he broke down, crying.

She’s gone.

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As they walked around the corner of the entrance they saw a man covered in towels, eyes wide open, oozing blood escaping his head, in fact he was practically swimming in his own blood. This substance was splattered all over the floor. The dark red clumpy goop was bleeding through the towels, dripping, dripping. The scabbing had already started to form over the victim’s head wound. Andrew’s stomach turned and shrieked, his face went pale and his eyes shot open. Keith looked over at Andrew with his dirty blonde hair whipping over his face. He then swiftly covered Andrew’s mouth but it just gushed through Keith’s fingers. Right at that moment the gooey gush of vomit projected out of Andrew’s mouth and covered the floor below him. Andrew tried to move his feet away from the horrifying smell of putrid puke, however, all he was doing was leaving his pathway with vomit all over the floor behind him.

Before

The car door slams as Andrew arrives with Keith back to the corner of Andrew’s house from school. “Woah!” Keith whispered to himself in shock of the huge size of this house in front of him. Andrew smiled just as they heard the bang a gunshot somewhere close to them. Without thinking they both ran straight into Andrew’s house, shaking with terror to take cover. Keith locked the door behind them. Andrew ran straight to his bedroom with Keith following close behind. Once trapped in their room, someone starting banging on the bedroom door yelling “Come out, come out! We need to get as far away as possible” Whilst being unsure about this person they both stayed quiet not letting anyone know they were in there. “It’s ok, your father is here with me” calmly said by this person. “You can come out I am here” shouted Andrew’s dad. The boys came out of the bedroom to leave with Andrews dad and his friend.

They all got in the car and started driving away swiftly. Andrew’s dad told Keith and Andrew that his friend was a buddy from his high school coming to stay with them for the next few days for his work. “Well where does he work?” Asked Keith. “My name is Paul, I’m a police officer, I’ve been called to help solve some mischief.” The dad’s friend called out. After 10 minutes of driving they arrived at a strange building with flashing lights, with the ambulance surrounding. They all walked inside following Paul, thinking about the gunshot, wondering if the blow happened here.

After

Everyone screeched and ran outside the building after hearing the scream of a grown man coming from one of the rooms upstairs. Andrew’s dad told the boys to go and lock themselves inside the car while he goes and looks for Paul. After a few minutes neither Paul nor Andrew’s dad returned to the car. Those around the car started panicking. Andrew started to worry and get curious. The car door swung open through the gush of Andrew’s push to eagerly exit the car. Just as Andrew started to leave the car, Keith reached for Andrew’s arm yelling “Stay here!”. Andrew kept going anyway thinking about if his father was okay. Keith gave in and followed closely behind Andrew to ensure he wasn’t alone.

Swiftly, they pushed through everybody around them roaring for Andrews dad to appear. As they opened a passageway upstairs, they saw another dead man, however, his head wad cleanly sliced of. They could see the fresh dark red juice just squeezing out and around his skull. They there found Paul sitting with his head down in the corner, with a bloody knife resting on his lap. Suddenly Andrew started crying. Falling onto his knees, bowing his head and falling onto the dead body. Keith also started crying, falling onto Andrew. This dead man was Andrew’s dad.

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-Lindsey’s perspective-

Bang! Thud. I wake up from my bedroom startled by this racket. A flash of light travels around my door frame confirming that there is something wrong. Slowly and creepily I walk to my door frame trying to peer through the keyhole. Klunk, klunk, Klunk I hear as my heart starts beating faster and faster, I panic and open the door only to see his hands being dragged around the hallway corner in a trail of blood. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! I hear someone else scream as I run back into the room cowering into my closet door. “What did I just see?” Austin’s Lifeless body, his head leaving a pool of clumpy crimson blood, from being dragged away, my gosh what the hell is happening. I grab my phone and dial triple-zero.

Police: “Operator speaking, …”

Me: “P... please he...lp me m... y boy...friend he’s d... dead” my shaky voice states

Police: “what is your name, emergency and location?”

Me: In a whisper, “Li..nd..sey …. I am in my room and my boyfriend he’s… he’s is dead!”

Police: “Where are you?”

Me: “I am in my room “”” Shaky voice”””” in the closet.”

Police: “ok, Lindsey you stay in the closet, help is on the way”

Lindsey: “I think he's co... ming f... or me, I ha...ve to prote...ct my...self”

Police: “no, Lindsey stay in the closet!”

(Lindsey hangs up)

-Around the same time-

Officer Paul responds to a potential homicide call.

Dispatch: “Dispatch to 3-19…”

Paul: “Go ahead,”

Dispatch: “we have a report of a homicide with two shots fired over on Wellington ave apartment 3.”

Paul: “ok I will go and validate the situation, uhh immediately over”

Dispatch: ….”10-4”

Paul drives with his sirens over to the Wellington apartments. He takes out his flashlight and pistol and proceeds to walk up through the stairs to the third-floor hallways.

(Coming over his headset)

Dispatch: “Are you on the scene?”

Paul: “Uhm yes...”

Dispatch: “well?”

Paul: “I have approached the hallway to room three and I am confident that there is one dead male, over.”

Dispatch: “copy… just one?”

Paul: “AlI I see lying on the floor is a man lying in a pool of his own dark red blood.”

Dispatch: “well the report says two shots fired Paul” not all of them remember?”

Paul: “10-4”

-Lindsey’s perspective-

knock knock, I get scared as I try to keep quiet when the voice says

“Hello, it’s the police is anyone there? It is ok to come out now I am a police officer and you can open this door.”

I stay in the closet trembling in fear.’

His voice returns, “if you don’t open it I will have to break it, mam.

A few seconds go by and I can hear the noise of my front door being kicked in.

“Police!” Shouts the cop.

“I am in the closet!” help I yell.

Klunk, klunk, Klunk, I hear as footsteps approach.

“It’s ok, everything will be alright.”

“Is it all over?” I ask trembling behind the door. Bang! Thud. All went black.

“Oo, she dead” the cop muttered under his breath.

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There was no sign of life; it was quiet, but it was too quiet. As the two officers, slowly creeped around the bus, searching for clues, preparing themselves for what they were about to see; blood dripping off the victims, oozing out of their wounds, stone cold faces. They forced the door open and the smell wafted outside. The stairs creaking each time they moved, ever so slightly turning their heads; but what they saw wasn't what they expected. Not a drop of blood to be seen, not a bruise on anyone’s body, only a bus full of dead people.

The day earlier on a brisk Monday morning, St George College was getting ready to leave for year 8 camp in the remote town of Ngungun. While all the teachers were running around getting the kids organised and the bus driver was packing luggage into the bus, something was happening. Someone was up to something; something dark, something gruesome, something that no one in the right mind would do. Murder.

As Dave was doing a routine bus check, he noticed that the radio was broken. After five minutes of trying to fix it. He decided that it didn't matter and there was no point in getting another bus out when they were about to leave anyway. Everyone hopped on and got settled. Everything else was normal. The teachers did a thorough head count to check, everyone was present and set to go. Little did they know what was about to happen, the five-hour bus trip had started.

One day had gone by, but the bus still hadn’t arrived. The waiting camp contacted the school to find that no one knew where the bus carrying the students was. They sent two police officers to check the roads and anywhere nearby that the bus could have disappeared to in the time it had been missing. Three and a half hours of searching and they finally found what they were looking for. The white and blue bus resting silently on the side of a remote dirt road.

A few hours after they had found the bus the forensic pathologists arrived. They searched in and around the vehicle for clues but they were on a cold case, as there were no hints leading to the murderer. However, they found traces of poison in the air-con vents. The detectives deduced that the students had all been poisoned. Someone had placed toxic fumes into the air-con and in a matter of minutes after activating the gas, they were all dead. The next thing the authorities found was a suicide letter, written by someone on the bus. The murderer was amongst the dead. They killed themselves to hide the evidence; one final horrible act. But the thing that truly puzzled the detectives was the identity of the killer.

They examined the letter thoroughly, attempting to find some sort of hint in the detailed text. It began dramatically with “I know what I have done. The only thing I could do was end it all”. Baffled, the authorities scanned the letter for fingerprints and once they found one, they also scanned the bodies, finding a match. The long wait had finally ended, with the parents of the students being informed about their children by the school. The murderer was the miserable bus driver, who’d cut the radio to make sure no one from the school or camp could reach the bus and none of the kids could call for help. As the bus driver was dead and couldn’t be arrested, the authorities were unable to do much about the incident and the case remained peacefully closed.

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Jonny and Elyse had found a body lying on the floor, it looked lifeless laying there in a pool of red blood. The blood was slowly running down the staircase, drip by drip, step by step. What had happened? Who killed this man? They both stood there staring at the frame of skin, muscle and bone, alarmed and in shock. Jonny started going pale he always felt sick when he saw blood. He experienced an unpleasant feeling and taste forcefully running up his esophagus, and straight out of his mouth.

3 hours earlier

Jonny and Elyse were at school sitting and listening to their teacher ask, ‘what’s twice the half of one and a half?’

However, Jonny had something else on his mind.

‘Oh My God! Elyse, Elyse.’ Jonny whispered.

‘Shhhhh Jonny we are going to get in trouble from Mrs Dear.’ Elyse quietly stated.

‘No, you don’t understand, I forgot to shut our neighbour’s front door after feeding Whiskers!’ explained Jonny with horror. ‘She will run away, you know how much Mr Jones loves his cat. It’s really all he has.’

‘Don’t worry, we will race home straight after school and close the door. We only have an hour and a half left’ Elyse said comforting Jonny.

Jonny sighed with relief ‘an hour and a half left’ before getting interrupted by Mrs Dear.

‘Mr and Miss Newberry, do you have something to say to the class?’ Elyse and Jonny looked at each other and replied.

‘No Mrs Dear, except that we are very sorry to disturb the class.’ Elyse and Jonny are nice, intelligent, well-behaved students. They always followed the rules and were terrified of getting into trouble. No one heard a peep from either of them for the rest of the lesson. In the next hour and a half, Jonny stared at the clock waiting and waiting for the time to pass by. He was desperate to get home. He was even considering pulling a sickie to get home quicker, and that was not something he would usually do. Jonny was petrified of Mr Jones, the Newberry family always thought there was something mysterious about this man. That’s why they were especially surprised when he asked Jonny to feed his cat whilst he was on holidays.

Anyways, as soon as school had finished Elyse and Jonny ran out of class as fast as light. When they got two streets before there’s, they heard a noise as loud as thunder cracking in the air. ‘What was that?’ Elyse asked.

Jonny responded with a rush in his voice ‘I am not sure, but we have no time to think about that we are so close to Mr Jones’ house.’ They carried on, however, when they got to his house the door was shut. ‘That can’t be right I swear I didn’t close it.’ Jonny claimed.

Both Elyse and Jonny stood outside the house bewildered, Elyse questioned ‘Are you sure?’ Jonny doubting himself replied ‘I am 99 percent sure I left the door open.’ They both thought that something wasn’t right, it was a bit strange. They didn’t know what to do. ‘How about we go in and see if everything else is ok?’ Jonny proposed. With their hearts beating like they had just ran 10 kilometres they opened the door. Elyse and Jonny Newberry walked very slowly into their bloodcurdling neighbour's house. Right next to the front door was a suitcase, however, the Newberry twins took no notice of it. They further walked into the living room where Elyse saw a dark shadow of a person from the corner of her eye. Going to tap Jonny on the shoulder she missed as he had moved to the top of the staircase where he had spotted something else. Elyse turned around and saw this chunky pile of mushy food with orange pieces that looked a lot like carrot. After, Elyse said with her voice stuttering ‘we should call the police!’ Not realising that her brother wasn’t listening, she ran for the phone. ‘Jonny, the police are on their way. Jonny, Jonny are you listening to me?’ Elyse said angrily as she knew she couldn’t do this alone. Within a second Elyse heard a big bang, she turned around to see her brother falling down the stairs unconscious. At first, she didn’t know what to do, she was shocked, she started to cry. But then she picked Jonny up and with struggle she carried him over to Mr Jones’ coach. Even though she knew he wouldn’t be able to hear her, Elyse told her brother ‘While we wait for the police I am going to ask the rest of the neighbours if they saw anything out of the ordinary today?’ Leaving Jonny on the coach she went from door to door.

One man didn’t see anything he stated that he was at work all day, Elyse believed him as she usually didn’t see the man during the day. So, Elyse went to the next house. ‘Hi Mrs Taylor, I was wondering if you saw anything suspicious today?’

‘I am sorry but no, dear.’ The old lady said and shut the door. Elyse walked down the steps from Mrs Taylor’s house when unexpectedly she hears the old lady’s voice ‘Actually Miss Newberry I might have seen something that may help you. Would you like to discuss it over tea?’ Elyse joined Mrs Taylor for tea where the old lady slowly went over her day. Elyse was about to doze off from boredom when Mrs Taylor said, ‘As I was taking the bins out this morning I saw the nice man that lives down the street I believe his name is Benjamin, he was walking into Mr Jones house. He is always really nice to me, I remember last summer he always helped me out with my gardening and my chores. Because I don’t know if you realise but I am getting old’

‘Ah yes, that is probably because Jonny left the door open after feeding Whiskers’ Elyse explained.

Mrs Taylor laughed ‘How did Jonny convince Mr Jones to let him be responsible for feeding his beloved cat?’ They both laughed.  ‘Anyways….’ Said the old lady getting back on topic ‘I also noticed that Mr Jones had arrived home earlier this morning.’

‘Really?’ Elyse said intrigued ‘Ok thank you so much for your help, Mrs Taylor. I should probably go now.’

Elyse went back to Mr Jones’ house; the police had already arrived. Elyse told the police everything she knew. The police further searched the house and in addition, they did some DNA testing to see who the deceased person was? Jonny started to become conscious and within a second of this good news the police came back into the living room and told Elyse and Jonny that they found a black mask that they believed belonged to the murderer. The police did more testing, within half an hour they came back with results to both tests. The two people involved in his case is Benjamin Williams and Henry Jones. We have found that Mr Benjamin Williams has killed Mr Jones. The Newberry twins were beyond surprised. ‘But…. he had always been so nice; how could he do something like this?’ The police found Mr Williams not long after, he was actually upstairs hiding in a cupboard.

‘You are arrested, Mr Williams!’

The police took Benjamin to the police car when Elyse asked, ‘Why did you kill Mr Jones?’

‘Elyse, young Elyse, I had many reasons to kill him. He wasn’t very nice, he irritated me every day. Last month he crashed into my car that was on my driveway, how does he even do that? Another time he sent Whiskers in my backyard to eat all my crops and he has done a lot more. So, I saw an opportunity to get revenge and I took it.’

Elyse was speechless, she didn’t know how to respond to that.

2 days later the twins went to the jail still confused about the incident. They looked through the rusty bars of the gloomy jail cell to say their last words to the murderer of their innocent neighbour. ‘Farewell Benjamin.’

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I felt nauseous looking at all the bright red blood on the ground. It smelt as bad as my grandmothers cooking, maybe even worse if that possible. I saw it approaching, I was about to erupt like a volcano, I knew I had to think fast as I felt the acid running up my oesophagus. I ran as quickly as I could to a bin and then my dinner came spraying out of my mouth. There was a massive puddle of a revolting yellow substance by my feet. As My throat was being burnt I started laugh and cry at the same time. I felt a bit light-headed and dehydrated looking at my lifeless husband. I then kept focused and calm. I quickly thought that I need to get out of here and I need the blood to dry as it was still wet and still oozing out. I took my shirt off and wrapped it tightly around the wound. It was stopping some of the blood from coming out from the stomach. I felt his heart, it, it had stopped. I knew there was nothing I can do now so I started walking away. I froze as I overheard the loud footsteps of another human or creature roaming around the house. I was indeed scared. I saw a black shadow down the hallway walking faster and faster towards me, I jumped and ran right for the door. I was almost there before I was stopped by a man dressed in a black suit with a breamed hat. I asked him nicely “who are you”, he then replied in a demanding voice, “I’m a detective, I was sent over because the neighbour apparently over heard a scream”. I was scared I didn't know what to say or do. He asked me, “do you mined telling me what the problem is”. I made up something as quick as possible, so I said “ I saw a spider and I screamed”. He looked at me dead straight in the eye. I froze, “umm well I got to get going now so”…… I started walking out, but he stopped me I didn't know what to do. He said “ I think the other detective found something in the other room would you mind coming with me”. So, I didn't hesitate, and I said “lead the way”.They had found the dead body, I tried to act like I never knew that it was there. Because that was my husband I had to act emotional, so I started to cry. They asked me why I was crying. So, I cried that it is my husband that was lying dead on the ground. I had the urge to stop crying as it was really giving me a headache now. I came up with a good question, is, is he dead I cried again. They checked his pulse and said yes that he was afraid he is. They asked me what I was doing today. So, I told them that I was shopping for groceries and I decided to get a perm. After that I came home put the groceries away had a shower and washed my hair; then I saw footsteps that led outside to the house, so I followed them and saw that my husband was dead. One of the detectives stepped forward and said your lying I froze thinking about what I had said. It was silent for a good five minutes. I then decided to ask well how I am lying one of these detectives said that he happens to know what a perm is, and I said so that's got nothing to do with… he interrupted me and asked if I took a shower. I said yes…. He asked again if I washed my hair, I replied with a yes…. He then asked if I have had a perm before and I said yes, and this is so darn pointless. Then it hit me. I realized that I’m not meant to have a shower after a perm I’m so stupid. He said that I’m not meant to have a shower after a perm. I hesitated to look at both the detectives and then I heard one say you killed him didn't you I went rage, once again exactly what I had done to my husband I grabbed a knife out of my pocket and next minute there was a loud BANG!!! I was on the ground I felt tired and weak. I saw a lot of blood just spraying out of my stomach I knew this was it. My life was at end I had killed my whole family my son my daughter which I got away with and now my husband which I got caught. I heard the ambulance arrive and I knew that I wasn't going to jail so I stabbed myself in the heart with all the energy I had left, and I was finally at peace.

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I felt nauseous looking at all the bright red blood on the ground. It smelt as bad as my grandmothers cooking, maybe even worse if that possible. I saw it approaching, I was about to erupt like a volcano, I knew I had to think fast as I felt the acid running up my oesophagus. I ran as quickly as I could to a bin and then my dinner came spraying out of my mouth. There was a massive puddle of a revolting yellow substance by my feet. As My throat was being burnt I started laugh and cry at the same time. I felt a bit light-headed and dehydrated looking at my lifeless husband. I then kept focused and calm. I quickly thought that I need to get out of here and I need the blood to dry as it was still wet and still oozing out. I took my shirt off and wrapped it tightly around the wound. It was stopping some of the blood from coming out from the stomach. I felt his heart, it, it had stopped. I knew there was nothing I can do now so I started walking away. I froze as I overheard the loud footsteps of another human or creature roaming around the house. I was indeed scared. I saw a black shadow down the hallway walking faster and faster towards me, I jumped and ran right for the door. I was almost there before I was stopped by a man dressed in a black suit with a breamed hat. I asked him nicely “who are you”, he then replied in a demanding voice, “I’m a detective, I was sent over because the neighbour apparently over heard a scream”. I was scared I didn't know what to say or do. He asked me, “do you mined telling me what the problem is”. I made up something as quick as possible, so I said “ I saw a spider and I screamed”. He looked at me dead straight in the eye. I froze, “umm well I got to get going now so”…… I started walking out, but he stopped me I didn't know what to do. He said “ I think the other detective found something in the other room would you mind coming with me”. So, I didn't hesitate, and I said “lead the way”.They had found the dead body, I tried to act like I never knew that it was there. Because that was my husband I had to act emotional, so I started to cry. They asked me why I was crying. So, I cried that it is my husband that was lying dead on the ground. I had the urge to stop crying as it was really giving me a headache now. I came up with a good question, is, is he dead I cried again. They checked his pulse and said yes that he was afraid he is. They asked me what I was doing today. So, I told them that I was shopping for groceries and I decided to get a perm. After that I came home put the groceries away had a shower and washed my hair; then I saw footsteps that led outside to the house, so I followed them and saw that my husband was dead. One of the detectives stepped forward and said your lying I froze thinking about what I had said. It was silent for a good five minutes. I then decided to ask well how I am lying one of these detectives said that he happens to know what a perm is, and I said so that's got nothing to do with… he interrupted me and asked if I took a shower. I said yes…. He asked again if I washed my hair, I replied with a yes…. He then asked if I have had a perm before and I said yes, and this is so darn pointless. Then it hit me. I realized that I’m not meant to have a shower after a perm I’m so stupid. He said that I’m not meant to have a shower after a perm. I hesitated to look at both the detectives and then I heard one say you killed him didn't you I went rage, once again exactly what I had done to my husband I grabbed a knife out of my pocket and next minute there was a loud BANG!!! I was on the ground I felt tired and weak. I saw a lot of blood just spraying out of my stomach I knew this was it. My life was at end I had killed my whole family my son my daughter which I got away with and now my husband which I got caught. I heard the ambulance arrive and I knew that I wasn't going to jail so I stabbed myself in the heart with all the energy I had left, and I was finally at peace.

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They walk into the second room, they stop, and stare and they cannot believe what is in front of them. Jess thinks she spoke too soon. The fresh red blood was dripping down the walls from the murder, and it looked like a scene that Jess and Hayley had never seen before. Kate was waving the flashlight around and you could see splatters of blood and body parts everywhere within the room.

Earlier that morning:

Jess and Hayley were so bored, so they decided to walk up the street at 3am. The two girls were at a sleepover, they had talked about every conversation in the whole entire universe. As they are walking down the street they see this house. Jess thinks it looks haunted and Hayley wants to go in. But Jess freaks out and runs back up to her house. Hayley runs after and calms her down. Hayley convinces Jess to come in with her. When they arrived back at the haunted motel Jess didn’t want to go in, but Hayley makes her go in.

As they walk up to the door they see dust and cobwebs all over the old ratchet wooden door. There is a creaky noise as the door opens slowly. It’s pitch black inside with a weird smell. As they take their first step inside Jess quickly pulls out the flashlight. Jess shines the light around, she sees a spider, she jumps. Hayley tells Jess to keep the noise down.

They look around the first level of the haunted motel. They start walking up the stairs to the next level, they hear a noise coming from downstairs they go further into the room. They hide around the corner. Jess and Hayley are squeezing each other so tight they can hardly breathe. They hear footsteps coming from upstairs. It's getting louder and louder. The light shines into the room. Jess and Hayley squeeze each other even tighter.

Jess and Hayley bow their heads. The light gets shined on them, they both look up at the light. Jess and Hayley can’t see what the light is coming from. All they hear is “Hello, my name is Kate what about yours” Kate then moves the light of their faces, so they can see her, then they introduce themselves and continue looking through the haunted motel.

Jess hopes there are no more dramas because it is bad enough as it is walking through the motel. Hayley and Jess start walking up the stairs. Kate asks why they’re going up there she tries to convince them not to go up, but they don’t listen. Kate follows them up.

They walk into the first room, Kate swipes her finger across the wall, very dusty. They walk out of the first room, Kate says follow me, but the others don’t listen. They walk into the second room on the left.

After they see the dead body:

Kate convinces them it is time to leave as they start to walk out they, Kate finds the light switch. The lights flicker and Hayley screams RUN! They all are running as fast as they can down the stairs. Once they reach the bottom of the staircase they run straight out the door and back to Jess house. On their way back, they sirens and blue and red lights flashing. Once they get to Jess’s house they realise where is Kate.

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The twins sat there and watched the clock tick second by second minute by minute hour by hour and when eventually they got bored. The twins were named Jett and Harper, they lived with their parents and their Grandfather because they’d recently found out that their Grandfather was not going to be here for long and to say their goodbyes.

Martin worked as a miner and early into his career he struck gold in Ballarat, Victoria and after that was setup for life and never needed to worry about money again. Later on, in Martin’s life he found his soulmate who was called Emma and they had two kids.  His kids were now in their late 20’s and their first-born Jacob was expecting twins very soon with his partner Lisa.

Towards the end of Lisa’s pregnancy Emma became ill and died suddenly. Martin took his wife’s death very hard but about one month after her passing he got to meet the two most precious gems, his grandchildren called Jett and Harper.

When the twins were 8 years old their Grandfather picked up the twins from school so that Jacob and Lisa could spend some time together. The grandfather took the twins out to dinner and halfway through their dinner the grandfather got a call. He answered the phone and a deep scratchy voice was on the other end. The voice said “Lisa and I have been…………. but……promise ……. you’ll look after the twins…………I love…….”.  “Wait, your breaking up, I can’t hear you properly” said Martin but there was no response and the phone call ended.

The twins sat at the table confused not knowing why their Grandfather was so upset.  All they knew was that something wasn't right. At that time Martin didn't know what had happened and was puzzled. What he didn't know was that that was the last time he would hear from his son Jacob and Lisa.

Martin said to the twins “Finish your dinner and I’ll take you home”. When they got home he put the twins to bed and soon after there was a knock on the door. Martin rushed down the stairs and opened the door and there was a dark figure on the other side. He looked at the dark figure with a sick feeling in his stomach because he was expecting Jacob and Lisa but instead it was a tall gentleman wearing scruffy clothes who smelt like smoke and petrol. The gentleman said, “Hello are you related to Jacob Hunt?” and Martin replied “Yes, I am his father Martin Hunt”.  Then the gentleman simply just came out and said, “I am sorry to deliver this bad news to you in the middle of the night but Jacob and Lisa died in a car crash earlier this evening”. There was an eerie silence between Martin and the gentleman. The gentleman than said “well I better be on my way”. Martin closed the door, turned around and collapsed to the ground in shock.

After a little while Martin got up and proceeded to bed by now it was early hours of the morning and in a couple of hours the Twins would be getting up and ready for school.

The next morning the twins woke up late for school because their parents normally wake them up. The twins were worried so they went into their room to see if they came home last night but when they walked in their parents were nowhere to be found. The twins then rushed up stairs and woke their Grandfather up. The twins said, “Grandad wake up mum and dad are missing”. The Grandfather replied saying “kids I think we ought to have a chat about your parents; now I know this is going to be hard for you too heard but I’m here and that's all that matters”. “what is it Granddad” said the twins. It took a while for martin to tell them but then he said, “last night they were in a car accident and they died”. The twins faces went white and there was not one sound coming out of their mouths.

It’s now been 2 months since the car accident and the Twins and their Grandfather have now settled back into their normal lives but they still aren’t the same. There is now an investigation into who was involved in the car accident because the other people involved in the accident fled from the scene.

That day the police came around to ask martin a few questions about whether Lisa and Jacob had anyone that was targeting them that could have caused the car crash on purpose but Martin couldn’t think of anyone that would have wanted to kill them. Martin sat there for a while thinking about who the killer could be. Then suddenly a thought came to his mind; what about the guy who came to the door.

Martin then explained to the police officer that there was a weird man that came to the door and told him that his son and his wife were killed in a car accident. He smelt of smoke and petrol and was wearing scruffy clothes. Then the police officer said “what did this man look like?” Martin went on explained what he looked like and the police officer said “I’m pretty sure I know the man because he targets families and young couple just for the fun of it. The police officer than left and went back to the station.

The police officer got back to the station and explained to the officer how he thinks this man is targeting people again and they just found a lead on where he might be. So, the police officer went to his location and knocked on his door. The police officer said “Hello are you John Brown”. The door slammed shut and the John sprinted away but he was too slow and the police officer caught him and took him in for questioning.

After questioning the man, the police officer went back to talk to Martin. He said “ we have caught the man and apparently he heard that you struck gold in Ballarat and thought that he could target your family and take your money”. Thankyou I’ve been worried sick that something bad was going to happen again”.

All that time it was the man who knocked on the door.

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In the dead of night, a hooded figure walked through the forest with the moon guiding him through. He hears party music in the distance and he reaches for his knife in his pocket. He sees someone walking towards the forest to have a smoke, he smirks a wicked smirk with decaying teeth. The boy was about to light the cigarette when a hand covers his mouth he drops the cigarette and lighter in fright.

“Shhh” a husky cold smelly voice whispers in his ear, the boy shivers in fright as he is dragged backwards into the forest the boy’s breathing gets faster and his blue eyes start to fill up with tears.

The boy had not been seen for quite some time now and his friends had begun to worry, the party was beginning to finish and almost all the people had left so a small group of the remaining people stumbled outside to where he said he was going.

One of the girls suddenly pointed and screamed “it’s his it’s his” then fell to her knees with streams of tears running down her face. They were in shock they didn't believe that it could be his, one of his best friends ran towards it with tears running down his face.

“it… it can’t be” he yelled with desperation in his voice. Shivers began to run down his spine when reality set in and he had fully realised what had happened.

Shortly after these events the police arrived on the scene, after discovering the murder weapon hidden in a bush about 300m from the body they had three main suspects in mind. The first suspect was Grimier the second suspect was Jeremy and he is known to be a psychopath and the third and final suspect was Pablo and he has committed several crimes some of which have been murders meaning this is the person that the police believed to have killed the boy.  But further evidence proved that he was not the murderer.

3 weeks had now past and the boy’s family had begun to worry if the murderer would ever be found they wanted justice for their son. So, they had asked the police if they could check the forest one last time for more cluse. The only thing that they knew was that it was raining the night of the murder and what weapon was used. One police officer veered off to the side of the original scene and saw some dried-up foot prints under a tree but after the foot prints reached the base of the tree the suddenly stopped. The officer ran back to tell the others. They scurried over with their tools to exam the foot prints and found a torn piece of a shirt. The three suspects didn't match any of the DNA testing. There was one thing that surprised the investigators the most and it wasn't how gruesome the murder was it was who the DNA testing matched with it wasn't any of the other criminals that where in the town it was the boy’s father he was arrested immediately and taken too prison the mother of the boy and wife to his murderer could not believe what had happened her son was killed by whom she thought was an honest and caring man.