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…
Here is my life and of course about me.
My name is Katie Olson.
I am 12 years old.
I love to sing, and I'm not an ear piecer. So in other words I guess I'm pretty good. I don't sing like anyone, I sing like myself.
I have blondish hair.
I love cute clothes and flashy things.
I LOVE to make friends. Online دوستوں exspecially!!!
I love to give advice to anyone who needs some.
Thank آپ for taking your precious time to read this. It really ment alot. If آپ become a پرستار of it, I'll remember to thank you!
p.s If آپ have anything in common with me, یا any questions, please تبصرہ below!
Thanx again!
My name is Katie Olson.
I am 12 years old.
I love to sing, and I'm not an ear piecer. So in other words I guess I'm pretty good. I don't sing like anyone, I sing like myself.
I have blondish hair.
I love cute clothes and flashy things.
I LOVE to make friends. Online دوستوں exspecially!!!
I love to give advice to anyone who needs some.
Thank آپ for taking your precious time to read this. It really ment alot. If آپ become a پرستار of it, I'll remember to thank you!
p.s If آپ have anything in common with me, یا any questions, please تبصرہ below!
Thanx again!
Writer corner:) hi everybody! i hope you'll like the plot. let me know!! thank you!!!
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In the سال 4125 the Earth was still turning on itself. Apparently everything was the same as it was two thausand years ago. But it wasn't so. The democracy we got fighting was distroied سے طرف کی a man. After 15 years of wars, in 4025 Cyrus defeated free people and he established the tyranny. The whole world was controlled and the freedom dind't exist anymore. Everyone lost trust in everything, in love, in courage, in God. Most of people didn't know that there was a prophecy. It کہا that the humanity had to pass through a century of pain and fear to realize how important freedom was. But then in the 101st سال four guys, with the Gift, could overthrow the government...