Personal Narrative Essay: The Murder Of Steven Strominger

Fifteen year old Conrad Clark just came home from basketball practice where he was absolutely exhausted. He is the best player on his undefeated school basketball team. He lives with just his mom and only sibling Thomas after his father had recently been murdered by an unknown killer. As he approached the front door of his massive three story mansion located basically in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a lake and lots of wildlife, a gut punching feeling went through his body. He was remembering what had happened before he left for practice. He got in a huge fight with his mom about his grades in school, and was regretting some of the things he said. He goes through the front door and goes up to his bedroom on the third story. He lays down on his bed and he sees a note telling him that his mom and Thomas, are at a party and will be gone all night. He puts the note down and closes his eyes. About forty five minutes later he wakes up to his alarm going off. He turns off the alarm clock reading 10:30 p.m and is wondering why his alarm went off for no reason. He lets it go past him and goes down to the first floor and turns the television on. He turns on his favorite show, Criminal Minds, when Bang! At that moment Conrad knew that something bad

I, Detective Wilde, am being assigned the opportunity of a lifetime! Solving the murder of Richard Webster is what's going to determine whether I receive a spotlight in the newspaper. Business has been slow lately so this will help pick it up. Ahead of the interrogation, I gathered data on the victim and each of the suspects. Some background research shows that the Webster Network of co-workers are troubled: Richard, a class A jerk, Hugh, a broken businessman, Rita, in a troublesome relationship, H.T., a misanthrope, Dee, too loyal, Del, a sloth and victim’s cousin, Justin, once jailed for computer hacking. I am going to tactfully style my questions so they will be spouting a fountain of truth. According to my calculations, everyone who is

if the Criminal Justice System suppresses a killer confession on a Miranda violation, maybe the confession was given while violating an individual Amendments right. However, a killer confession for murder should not be suppressed. Our Criminal Justice seeks the truth at trial, however, disregarding the Amendments to get the confession is bad.

On my way into high school, I began to flourish mentally. I already knew who I was as a person and who I wanted to become. My environment, although it was negative, is what truly turned me into the person I remain today and the person I happen to be. The America we live in today still has some growing up to do. My eyes began to open the in the summer of 2012.My family decided to take a trip to Florida in the middle or racial mayhem. The Trayvon Martin case ravaged Florida and it seemed like every television channel and radio station was broadcasting some part of it. Street posts clasped in “Justice for Trayvon” posters and calls for George Zimmerman, his killer, to be jailed for racial profiling him and murdering the 17 year old. My child like

A murderer was a role I never expected to play. It was for last years Key Club’s annual charity dinner for the Pediatric Trauma Program or the Eliminate Project. I’ve been apart of the dinner for my years as Key Club’s freshman representative, club representative, Vice President, and now President. The first year, I was astounded by the work. Although I didn’t do much in comparison to others, I helped plan food and train servers, which helped the event. The following years, my job was the same: to run acts and cover any possible. When I was club representative, the dinner went smoothly and my efforts helped earn money. My vice presidency was when I was a murderer for our murder mystery dinner. During this dinner, there were numerous mishaps.

I read the paper as Melinda hands it back to me it says “I didn’t call the cops to break up the party, I called them because some guy raped me. Under the trees.I didn’t know what to do. I was stupid and drunk and didn’t know what was happening and he raped me. When the police came, everyone was screaming, and I was too scared, so I cut through some backyards and walked home.” I hate myself right now I ditched our friendship because she broke up the party and almost got me arrested. I didn’t even listen to what her side was. I swore that I’d never be her friend again when I should’ve. No wonder why she’s changed so much.

The morning of September 17, 1996 in Louisiana changed my life forever. I was skimming through the daily Gambit when he came in. Mr. Callahan, the local policeman, walked into my office, holding a paper that was dated from this Friday.

It was February 12, 2006. My wife and I are about to get ready for the day we’ve been waiting for, we are finally going to seek justice for the man that killed my innocent 4 year old daughter. Since March 3rd I have slept absolutely none, but after today everything will be finished with.

That day still haunts me. It was only my second month as a police officer. I remember the day time sky fading into the dark starry night sky. I flipped on my lights and that when the call came in. It was a 10-40, which means there was a murder. My heart started racing and the adrenaline started flowing through my body. Flipping my lights one I start racing to the scene. Living in Chicago murders were common, but this was my first time responding to a call like this. Getting closer to the park- where the body was- I slowed down and pulled into the park. As soon as I got out of the car this dewiness just took over me. Something felt extremely off. Taking in my surrounding I notice the body it was laying underneath a slide, somewhat hidden under

I got away with it, I never thought I would. I planned, and successfully kidnapped and murdered Dorothy Jane Scott. My brilliant plan worked, and I was never caught. I stalked Dorothy everyday. I knew everything about her. I knew where she was every second of the day. I still haven’t been accused of anything, and I don't think I ever will. I am proud of what I have accomplished, even if it means I could be locked up forever.

I had a unique childhood, unlike any other. Just to let you know when I say a unique childhood, I mean a dangerous childhood. For example, The time when I saw Johnny stabbing Bob Sheldon right in front of my eyes!! It was terrifying. Now that I am older and reflect on my past events, I realize that many of those things were truly life threatening. Although the stabbing incident led to Bob's death; I believe that Johnny isn't responsible for the murder, in fact, I know that Bob alongside his friends and family are the ones who caused the tragedy.

November 2001, I was arrested as I was leaving my job. I am now being linked to the killings of 48 women, I say I killed 61 to 71. After about 20 years of running, I was finally caught. I committed most of these between1982 and 1983, although I think I remember one last kill around 1985. Like above states, I would kill them and drip them near the Green River in Washington. This earned me the name “The Green River Killer.” Even if I were innocent, I would probably still be referred to as

Sounds like a plan. Yes, this is a new homicide. Crime was committed when he was 17 and he turned 18 in May.

Your Honor, at this time I am urged to ask you why you are crying for these two men. Let us not forget the afternoon of May 21. After six months of planning the perfect crime, Mr. Leopold and Mr. Lobe coaxed the young Bobby Franks into their car while he was walking home from school. Once Bobby had been lured into the vehicle, Loeb bludgeoned the poor child over the head multiple times with a chisel. After finding that unsuccessful Loeb dragged Bobby into the back seat and forced a sock down his throat and waited for him to finally suffocate. After the murder, the two men drove the body to Wolf Lake where they poured hydrochloric acid over Bobby's face, abdomen, and genitals. Once they mutilated and dismembered the body, they discarded Bobbys remains in a drain, and then they drove home to write a ransom note and spend the evening playing a leisurely game of cards. And why? Why would these two scholars do something so sinister? Because they were bored. Because they wanted a rush. Because they could. Your Honor, do you still sympathize with these two murders?

I have collected these items not only as evidence for my parents death but to help me believe that it was all real that I was being suspected for their murder. The caution tape and the eyeglass was the materials that I found in my dead parents room before I was escorted to the living room.The Avery fisher hall headliner poster, the last time I could have a nice family moment before chaos with the police tore my family apart.Morris Sampson my first suspect besides my own siblings that could have a motive of murdering my parents due to hate for my mother and writing his opinions into a worst excuse of a book. The pills and the shot to declare the last time I'd ever forgotten to take my vitamins and let it into my system ever again .The airplane