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The Mrs. Johnson Mystery
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand, and there were siren's in the distance. Then I saw her my wife laying on the floor with a pool of blood underneath her I was in a mix of confusion worry and fear "did I kill her? Am I being framed? would I do this to somebody?" I was in a whirl of confusion. I went over to her and checked her pulse. She was gone.I broke down in tears questioning my sanity. . . "Have I gone insane!" thought my inner self? Just then their was a rap on the door then a sudden blur of memory. One minute I was next to her, holding her tight praying that I was in a bad dream, the next I was in handcuffs, then I was in a car sirens blinking red and blue lights. I don't remember in full details said Mr.Johnson to the lawyer carefully taking note of his account of the story, but one thing is for sure I did not kill my wife.
Well sir this is a tough case all the evidence in the files lead to you being the killer."Yes, I see" sighed Mr. Johnson. The lawyer asked him, " do you remember anything else from that day, meeting anyone or any evidence of conflicts between you and anybody else ? Umm. Your wife does she have any past aquantiances that might of had reason to do such a thing?"
"Yes Mr. Michael. Her sister and her got into a fight a month before the murder they made up though, they were supposed to go for dinner. . .Oh my gosh. The day they were supposed to go for dinner was the day of her murder!"
Part 2 is comes at midnight
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand, and there were siren's in the distance. Then I saw her my wife laying on the floor with a pool of blood underneath her I was in a mix of confusion worry and fear "did I kill her? Am I being framed? would I do this to somebody?" I was in a whirl of confusion. I went over to her and checked her pulse. She was gone.I broke down in tears questioning my sanity. . . "Have I gone insane!" thought my inner self? Just then their was a rap on the door then a sudden blur of memory. One minute I was next to her, holding her tight praying that I was in a bad dream, the next I was in handcuffs, then I was in a car sirens blinking red and blue lights. I don't remember in full details said Mr.Johnson to the lawyer carefully taking note of his account of the story, but one thing is for sure I did not kill my wife.
Well sir this is a tough case all the evidence in the files lead to you being the killer."Yes, I see" sighed Mr. Johnson. The lawyer asked him, " do you remember anything else from that day, meeting anyone or any evidence of conflicts between you and anybody else ? Umm. Your wife does she have any past aquantiances that might of had reason to do such a thing?"
"Yes Mr. Michael. Her sister and her got into a fight a month before the murder they made up though, they were supposed to go for dinner. . .Oh my gosh. The day they were supposed to go for dinner was the day of her murder!"
Part 2 is comes at midnight
© All Rights Reserved
