KEVICC Courier Winter 2021 Lockdown

People Think the Dead Can’t Talk… It was a day like any other. Henry had been selected to investigate the newest murder case. He was in the house of the accused murderer. The air suddenly went freezing cold; this wasn’t normal, temperatures never dropped that quickly. He heard a whisper in his ear, he quickly whipped around to see who was messing around. There was no-one there. A shiver went down Henry’s spine; he felt like he wasn’t alone. A shadow at the door loomed over him, he couldn’t react in time. He managed a slight scream before everything went dark. The Conundrum of Z... Why! Why must this conundrum plague my mind? Why must it consume my every waking thought? Why must this killer elude me so? I must catch this scoundrel and freemyself and others from this tormenting fear. The bodies of the young victims litter the streets. The blood painting the gruesome scene of the newest victim like a nightmarish portrait. The victim, 15 year old Annamarie’s body was discovered early yesterday morning. The case was handed to me personally. The only clue we have obtained is the letter Z. I swear by everything sacred, I’ll catch you. Z. The Detective... I found a clue, although it was tiny and rustic, it was still a clue. I picked up the clue as my gloves let out a squeak when the rubber touched against it. What a strange little device, I thought. I heard someone shriek from the bookcase. What on earth! This room was cleared out. My heart dropped as I realized someone was in this room watching me… Evidence The last thing I remembered were sirens blaring; when I woke up I had no recollection of who I was. TV was on, the news. They were talking about a murder that had occurred recently. I heard someone entering the room. ‘’Hey sweetie, you are finally awake, do you remember anything?’’ It was a lady. Before I had time to respond she said: ‘’We have cleaning to do.’’ She led me to an alley, it looked identical to the one on the news, I turned around and she was holding a gun. ‘’Time to remove the last piece of evidence.’’ Some chilling pieces below from Year 7, 8 and 9 - Ms Avis' Creative Writing Club entries - 100 words on the intriguing theme: 'Unsolved...' English Creative Writing Daisy Murch Year 7 Ella McBeath Year 9 Emily Claxton Year 9 Eve Chanter Year 8 Page 22