It was 3 o’ clock in the morning, October 31st, “the night of the living dead” as my mother had told me when I was a kid. I never believed her. I could never believe that one dead body can come back to life, and that was one of the reasons that New York’s crime lab selected me. But then it was different. A cold breeze was blowing outside this house –rumor had it that it was haunted- and three bodies were lying on the floor. I was alone in this dark room, while the other investigators were processing the سیکنڈ floor and everything was calm and quiet.
I started collecting evidence, but not many منٹ later, a strange noise was heard. It was just like a dripping tab. But the bathroom was on the سیکنڈ floor. I tried to concentrate on the sound, I moved some meters further down when the noise stopped. Suddenly, something wet fell down on my face. It was a trail of blood. I looked on the floor and realized that I was standing on a small lake made of blood. However, there weren’t any other bodies found on the سیکنڈ floor. And the DNA didn’t match to any of our victims. Where did this blood come from? For a منٹ I was really scared, I wanted to scream, but I overcame this fear on the spot. A crime scene investigator shouldn’t be afraid of crime. But, this wasn’t the end of this story.
I calmed down and I finished my work. The only thing left was to supervise the transportation of the bodies from the crime scene to the lab. The first two victims –killed سے طرف کی a gunshot- were already inside the truck and the third one –killed سے طرف کی a دل attack- was on its way. It was freezing out there. I was again alone with this body, desperate to finish working and go to take a nap sleep. But all of a sudden. This huge black bag where the victim was in, moved. In two minutes, the “dead body” which was inside started struggling to escape. I opened the bag nervously and the victim stood up and opened his eyes. He was hale and exhausted. He didn’t speak, he didn’t move. He fainted and never moved again.
The اگلے دن when I narrated this story to my colleagues, noone believed me. And the forensic’s رپورٹ was clear: the man was dead four hours before this event. I still can’t believe it. Everything happened so quickly. I have tried to give a logical explanation to all this story, maybe I was too tired and I was hallucinating. Who knows? The only sure thing is that both times, I was really terrified and I couldn’t sleep that night. “The night of the living dead” came true…
I started collecting evidence, but not many منٹ later, a strange noise was heard. It was just like a dripping tab. But the bathroom was on the سیکنڈ floor. I tried to concentrate on the sound, I moved some meters further down when the noise stopped. Suddenly, something wet fell down on my face. It was a trail of blood. I looked on the floor and realized that I was standing on a small lake made of blood. However, there weren’t any other bodies found on the سیکنڈ floor. And the DNA didn’t match to any of our victims. Where did this blood come from? For a منٹ I was really scared, I wanted to scream, but I overcame this fear on the spot. A crime scene investigator shouldn’t be afraid of crime. But, this wasn’t the end of this story.
I calmed down and I finished my work. The only thing left was to supervise the transportation of the bodies from the crime scene to the lab. The first two victims –killed سے طرف کی a gunshot- were already inside the truck and the third one –killed سے طرف کی a دل attack- was on its way. It was freezing out there. I was again alone with this body, desperate to finish working and go to take a nap sleep. But all of a sudden. This huge black bag where the victim was in, moved. In two minutes, the “dead body” which was inside started struggling to escape. I opened the bag nervously and the victim stood up and opened his eyes. He was hale and exhausted. He didn’t speak, he didn’t move. He fainted and never moved again.
The اگلے دن when I narrated this story to my colleagues, noone believed me. And the forensic’s رپورٹ was clear: the man was dead four hours before this event. I still can’t believe it. Everything happened so quickly. I have tried to give a logical explanation to all this story, maybe I was too tired and I was hallucinating. Who knows? The only sure thing is that both times, I was really terrified and I couldn’t sleep that night. “The night of the living dead” came true…
of your destiny
are dreams
that still shine
in the haze
of your memories.
These dreams
are so distant
and invisible,
though your eyes
still stare into them.
Everything is so foggy
like your thoughts.
آپ sit alone
trying to reach that
small piece of happiness,
trying to find
a purpose of life.
Dreams that still
live in you
are smothered by
the cruel reality.
But, they still live
inside,
feeding the memories,
reviving the soul.
Dreams,
even if they are
condemned to oblivion,
live within your heart,
in hope,
in remembrance,
shining in
the haze of
your memories.
Everyone was writing it down on their calenders as alerts of it popped up on the news, internet, and in big bold letters, on a newspaper! The time has come for it to be known to mankind and liked! The movie, Brenda and Luci's Night, was premiering on that weekend, the 25th of November.Everyone wanted to see it! There had been commercials of it since August, and the stars had been anxious. Speaking of the "stars" Whose names were Hillisia Jones, and Ponya Kricketiz. They were bff's since the kindergarten, and now they were in 7th grade. They auditioned for the movie without the other knowing! They were astounded when they learned they were auditioning for the same movie. They were mad, but when Ponya got the letter she was Brenda, and Hillisia was Luci, they were overjoyed, and began screaming with cheers! Now they were in New York being filmed for the movie... wait for more!
