Deranged Psychopath
“Mr Sherlock and Mr Watson, I am guilty.” She was shuddering while saying this. She was standing right across the room of our local police station, as Sherlock and I were flipping through the latest evidence of another triple homicide that happened just hours ago. She was there to turn herself in. She was a gorgeous young lady of about 21 or 22 years, had long silky hair, wearing a black blouse and a contrasting white cardigan and a dark blue jeans, had sunglasses on. She looked like she came from a wealthy background.
“What are you guilty of miss?” I asked her after taking a long pause because her first sentence was not really expected of or to be more honest I was completely lost in her beauty.
“I have killed 2 people.” …show more content…
He went out of our sights, into the darker corners of the house. I then asked her of her dad’s whereabouts. She simply shrugged her shoulders. She too then walked off into the dark. The constables were busy shovelling as I was busy observing them. No one actually kept an eye on either Jane or Sherlock. I slowly started to move inside the room that I suspected she was in. The room was pitch black that it was difficult to see anything. I had one torch with me so I decided to turn that on. I combed the whole room but the room was soulless. Then I saw one room which was closed. I opened that room. And I got shocked to see what I saw next. Jane had a knife, a huge butcher knife, one that easily do some damage. A feet away stood Sherlock. He was glancing at a picture. The ray from my torchlight distracted him. He turned towards me. I shouted, “Sherlockkkk behind …show more content…
Everything happened too quickly. Jane had buried the knife into Sherlock’s back. He fell to the ground. There was a moments silence before Jane cried “I did it..hahaha…hahaha…I killed Sherlock Holmes the Great….hahahaha “
“Why?” I shouted in an almost trembling voice as I inched closer to them.
She came closer to me and said, “Because, everytime someone hears of Sherlock Holmes they will hear about me too. The serial killer Jane Jameson, who killed Sherlock, the world’s greatest detective.”
I then heard two shots being fired. She collapsed to the ground, like a log would . The constables had fired at her.
Till this day I’m haunted by this ordeal. Thankfully Sherlock survived as the knife had missed his spinal cord by half an inch. Jane’s mother and sister, however were not as lucky. They had been butchered and mutilated with the same
“Mr Sherlock and Mr Watson, I am guilty.” She was shuddering while saying this. She was standing right across the room of our local police station, as Sherlock and I were flipping through the latest evidence of another triple homicide that happened just hours ago. She was there to turn herself in. She was a gorgeous young lady of about 21 or 22 years, had long silky hair, wearing a black blouse and a contrasting white cardigan and a dark blue jeans, had sunglasses on. She looked like she came from a wealthy background.
“What are you guilty of miss?” I asked her after taking a long pause because her first sentence was not really expected of or to be more honest I was completely lost in her beauty.
“I have killed 2 people.” …show more content…
He went out of our sights, into the darker corners of the house. I then asked her of her dad’s whereabouts. She simply shrugged her shoulders. She too then walked off into the dark. The constables were busy shovelling as I was busy observing them. No one actually kept an eye on either Jane or Sherlock. I slowly started to move inside the room that I suspected she was in. The room was pitch black that it was difficult to see anything. I had one torch with me so I decided to turn that on. I combed the whole room but the room was soulless. Then I saw one room which was closed. I opened that room. And I got shocked to see what I saw next. Jane had a knife, a huge butcher knife, one that easily do some damage. A feet away stood Sherlock. He was glancing at a picture. The ray from my torchlight distracted him. He turned towards me. I shouted, “Sherlockkkk behind …show more content…
Everything happened too quickly. Jane had buried the knife into Sherlock’s back. He fell to the ground. There was a moments silence before Jane cried “I did it..hahaha…hahaha…I killed Sherlock Holmes the Great….hahahaha “
“Why?” I shouted in an almost trembling voice as I inched closer to them.
She came closer to me and said, “Because, everytime someone hears of Sherlock Holmes they will hear about me too. The serial killer Jane Jameson, who killed Sherlock, the world’s greatest detective.”
I then heard two shots being fired. She collapsed to the ground, like a log would . The constables had fired at her.
Till this day I’m haunted by this ordeal. Thankfully Sherlock survived as the knife had missed his spinal cord by half an inch. Jane’s mother and sister, however were not as lucky. They had been butchered and mutilated with the same