I don’t think I’ve ever been so frightened in my life. First of all the sight of Mr Penny’s body lying on the library floor was horrifying, all that blood spilled and flowing in different directions… but now they’re saying that I did it! Just because I was the last person to see him alive doesn’t make me guilty. I’m starting to feel like there is an invisible hand closing around my throat, constricting, squeezing the breath out of me. How can I get out of this? Why doesn’t anybody believe me? I can’t go to prison; I’d never survive it. It’s like a horrific scenario from one of the detective novels I enjoy so much, only this time I’m the protagonist. I’m going to have a panic attack, I can feel it. What can I do? I’ll lose my job, I’ll never have a normal life again. Oh, God, please help me!
It was horrendous. They’ve just found the body and I’ve been called to the scene where it happened. I can’t remember exactly how it happened, I just remember our argument, and a lot of anger. He kept talking to me in that miserable and arrogant way, and he literally drove me insane.
All of a sudden, I remember the hammer in my hands, and the blood. He kept moving and I just remember hitting him again and again. Then I remember the knife and the sensation of stabbing it into his chest, and oh my God, all the blood splattering around.
The people around looked so shocked when they saw his dead body lying over there. I just wonder why they are so surprised. Nobody seemed to notice that he truly deserved it. I am not a violent person, but he kind of forced me to go there, and I’m sure he was somehow enjoying it.
To be honest, I don’t really care if the police discovers the truth. I can’t describe the feeling, I certainly feel relieved and I’m glad it’s over.
This afternoon, when I was comming back to school, just after having my cup of tea, when I join in my classroom, there was somebody lying on the floor…dead!
As soon I enter in the room, the police jumped from behind the door and accused me: they were believing that I killed that man! Incredible! Me and killing somebody!!!
The most I was trying to diffend myself, the most they didn’t believe me: all the evidences were against me! There was a knife and the floor…with my fingerprints on it; there was also a gun with the same blood DNA than under my shoes; there was a roap, a broken candle holder and a car key.
No way to escape: it was me!
But I wasn’t there at that time, I was drinking my coffee… sorry, my tea!
I din’t know what to do any more to diffend myself…
But luckyly, days later, the police find out the real murder: it was Mrs. Rose, and not me. Because, to be honest, just to kill the rainy afternoon…we all were playing Cluedo!
I just couldn´t take any more of the bureaucracy at the Jefatura, I snapped. I have never done anything like this before and I feel really guilty but they just wouldn´t accept the papers and kept asking for more and more. After three hours being passed around the building and then being told I would have to come back I lost the plot and took the candlestick I´d bought for my friend´s wedding out of my bag and hit the bureaucrat on the back of his head as he turned around to go off for his coffee break. Most of the other stations were already empty so no one saw what I had done, as he fell to the floor I picked up the candlestick, wiped it off and put it back in my bag and walked out of the building. I went outside and got on the next bus that came along, when I had gone several stops from the Jefatura I got off the bus and dropped the candlestick in a recycling bin. The council lorry was coming down the road so I felt confident that the evidence would soon be destroyed. When I eventually got home I turned on the news but nothing was being reported yet. I knew they were on Summer time so I wondered if he would lie there until the cleaners arrived the following morning.
Did I feel guilty or did I feel it was revenge for many years of being told I had the wrong certificate and that I needed triplicate copies?
I can´t believe it…… me of all people …her best friend…how dare they ! God I am so angry . Ok , I was the last to see her alive but then I probaly have been the last person to see many people alive , if you count those people who I pass ever day on the way to the office!
Well it was 5´O clock when I made that ascent up the stairs to ask Anna if she wanted to catch the late showing of Dail M for Murder as part of the Hitchcock season at the Picture House.
Poor thing ! I knew something was up when I entered the room and the radio was not on ! She always listened to Radiop 6 Live when she was painting and I knew the deadline was tomorrow so the radio would have been blaring out . She used to say , the music used to help her finish with a flurry . The blood was everwhere it felt like entering the Kapoor exchibition that we had seen together last year at the R.A .
Last night as I was watching the television I remembered I had left something I needed back at work on the Friday. I left the house and went to look for it. It was late and very hot, I drove my car there as there would notbe any public transport open at that time. I opened the entrance gate with my key but as I went to opened the door to get in the building I noticed this was already opened. How strange as it was Sunday and no one supposed to be here! I was anxious and for some reason, I just silenced my mobile. I went upstairs to the room where I have left what I needed for the following morning. I switched the light on and there he was laid on the floor covered on blood!!! I knew him so I touched him and shouted his name hoping he would be still alive. Soon after the police came and took me to prison, finding me guilty of murder. I must admit I did not like the man and I have had many arguments at work which everyone knew about.
What if they don’t believe me? I didn’t do it , surely they will realise. But what if they don’t. There was nobody else around. Why did I have to go in that room? I was only looking for my husband. Oh my God what if they think I am guilty and put me away It happens to innocent people; wrong place, wrong time. What about my children, what will they think. Their mother in prison for murder. They will never be the same again . How will they look people in the face.
Surely I can prove my innocence. My finger marks won’t show up and people will witness my good character. What motive would I have? Except the dead hussy was having an affair with my husband. Oh God what a mess. But I would never have killed her, I don’t have it in me. I can’t even swat a mosquito. Too much blood.; and I always catch spiders in a glass and put out into the garden.
I don’t believe in God, but please God if you do actually exist please help me and I will worship you forever.
14.15 I discovered a body in the classroom of Year 1. There was an array of different weapons lying around the victims body. I didnt notice any blood or any evidence of a struggle. I had never seen a dead body before. And then the whole teaching staff entered the classroom. I hadn´t done anything. I shouldn´t be afraid. Why was I sweating? Why was I finding it difficult to breathe? They all looked at me as if I was the culprit. Guilty before being found innocent it seems. I tried to tell them that I had just entered before them, that someone must have seen me go in.
14.25 The staff left the class with accusatory looks at me. I knew things from then on would never be the same. I stayed in the classroom. I was frozen with fear. No idea why. Im innocent!
How did this happen? I will never live with myself. I´m terrified now but I had never felt anger like it. My blood was boiling and I just couldn´t stop.
My bag had gone missing a few days before and I couldn´t find it anywhere. I asked everyone if they had seen it and no-one had. I had lost all my cards and a lot of money had been stolen from my account. I was distraught and didn´t know how I would cope without the money. A week later I was walking to school and met up for my best friend who was also a colleague. My bank cards dropped out of her purse. I just saw red. We had a huge argument. I was so hurt and furious as she was my best friend and and new the financial difficulties I was in. I saw red and chased her to school. The rest is a blur. It didn´t feel like me.
Now I am up in court. What do I plead? The guilt is my life sentence anyway.
A terrible thing has happened at school! Today we entered the class as we do every Monday morning to discover a crime had been committed!!!
There is white tape marking the shape of a body on the floor. A murder has been committed and everyone thinks I am guilty. We think it may be Miss Owen as she is not at school today, but the police won’t tell us the identity of the victim.
I was the last child in my class to leave the school on Friday because I have ballet. The police say the crime took place at 3.30pm. This can not be the case as I was changing out of my ballet clothes in the classroom and nobody else was there.
The body must have been moved to the class afterwards it can’t have happened as the police say, but nobody will believe me.
How do I prove it didn’t happen at 3.30 or that it happened somewhere else???
This afternoon, Officer Dimble, accused me of murdering the ISM Head Cook, Maria. As much as I hate the school meals I didn´t murder her!
At the time of the murder I was in my classroom (next door to the murder scene) preparing literacy resources for my Year 1 Class. Around 1025 I heard screams what sounded like chairs being thrown. When I opened the connecting door I saw Maria, dead, on the floor of the Year 2 class! Out of the corner of my eye I saw a sneaky looking character moving furtively away covered in gaspacho.
However, since I am unable to describe them in detail (I was after all in shock!) I am being wrongly accused of murder.
I am currently seeking legal representation and therefore must refrain from making further comments at this time.
Hoy es un día demasiado triste para mi porque he sido acusado de algo que jamás podría hacer. Un asesinato yo?, pero sí no soy capaz de matar ni a una rata!!.
Tengo la conciencia tranquila porque toda la gente que me conoce sabe que no podría hacer algo de ese calibre. Señor, dame fuerzas para salir de esto siendo lo que soy. Inocente.
Today I have been wrongly accused of the murder of ISM cook, Maria Rodriguez. The police took me into custody for interrogation purposes. They held me in custody for 6 hours and would not allow me to have legal representation during that time.
I am innocent, of course. But try convincing the police of this fact. They really do not want to listen to me and just want to find a scapegoat, so that they look good to the public. They are trying to frame an innocent man and I am being wrongly accused!
At the time of the murder I was in the library and was using the computer. The log-in time will prove my innocence. I was also accompanied by 3 other students as we were discussing a science project.
Dear Diary, This is the worst day of my life. Learning about my brother Joseph´s death so tragically murdered in his barn. A quiet , gentle man that wouldn´t hurt a fly. It´s all the worse now that police are involved. I can´t believe that I am a suspect, just because I was overheard shouting at him the other day. All that I was saying was to make peace with his estranged son Seamus and not once did I mention money to him. I have enough to be getting on with. I don´t need his land or his tractors. I´m beginning to think it´s a bit strange- my brother dead and his estranged son , the one to find him!
Según los testigos del caso, se ha encontrado un cuerpo tendido en el suelo, que parece ser de un ladrón que se hacía pasar por fontanero y sus verdaderas intenciones eran, robar en la casa donde había muchas cosas de valor. No se sabe como
Although I was estranged from my father and we had a very distant relatioship, I am still very upset to hear about his death and the circumstances of his death. I would not wish this on anybody not even my worst enemy. Yes, it is true that I had a lot to gain from his death in terms of inheritance, and that I had no concrete alibi because I was by myself at the time, but to kill my own flesh and blood for motives of money. It just wouldn’t be in my nature.
My father had many enemies and wasn’t the most pleasant person you could encounter so I’m sure that there are many possible suspects. I believe he had lots of dodgy business deals going on, so who knows who he upset and angered.
I hope the police leave me alone to grieve and help my aunt Peggy.