dilluns, 29 d’abril del 2013

The serial killer

THE SERIAL KILLER

My name is detective Kerry. I live in New York. My job is to solve difficult cases.
I live in a flat near Central Park. I’ve got a little office where I investigate cases.




I returned from my grandma’s house at 2 pm when suddenly my phone rings. I caught the phone. The voice sounded low and quiet. It was from an old man. He asked me to solve a case. I told him I tried it, but I couldn’t guarantee to solve it. The man on the phone was called Agustin and he was a policeman. He sent me the information of the case by fax. In the papers from the fax there was all the information: the place of the crime, the crime weapon, etc…
I went to the place of the crime. The murdered girl was 20 years old. She had been strangled and she had a sign in her stomach. The sign was made with a knife and said: MINE.
I started to investigate the case. Next week, another girl had been found strangled with the same sign in the stomach.
I thought that the murderer must be a serial killer. I was afraid because I didn’t want the murderer to kill another girl next week.
I was almost finding the murderer, but another girl was found dead with the same brands.
I discovered that all the girls were from the same district and were from the same school.
A girl phoned me because she was afraid. She told me she was afraid because all the dead girls were from her class. The three dead girls had been loved by a boy called Bolibus. That boy was obsessed with the girls. He always following them but the girls despised him. That boy loved her too and she was afraid he comes to kill her.
That was good information. I went to the girl’s house to speak about it and protect her.
When I arrived at the girls house, no one opened the door. I pulled the door down and I entered  the house. I listened to someone screaming and I ran to the living room. The girl was hanging but she was still alive. A boy was next to the girl watching the scene. When he saw me, he ran towards me with a knife in his left hand. I shot to his leg and quickly I untied the strength of the girl’s neck. 
I called an ambulance.
Two months later, there was a trial, and the murderer was sentenced to jail.




By: Mar González, Enrique Rodríguez, Víctor Ponga and David Jiménez.

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