Personal Narrative-Sacrifice Murders

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There was much commotion in town concerning the string of strange murders. Men and women of all races, shapes, hair colors, and ages were brutally killed, and–more often than not–mutilated beyond recognition, something unheard of in the town. Despite the so-called ‘horrific’ crimes–so-called because, as horrific as murder is, horrific is not a strong enough word to describe the gruesome nature of the murders and there weren’t many appropriate words–and the rising number of them, no significant evidence was left. No witnesses, no DNA, no suspects, nothing. Notwithstanding the effort of the police to catch the perpetrator for months, no one had a clue who the murderer was. Friction and unease soon settled among neighbors and everyone became the killer, …show more content…
I had just spoken to my younger sister, Louise, about spending the night at a hotel. Louise–the sweet, innocent, loving woman that she is–had naturally insisted I spend the night at her apartment; she didn’t want me spending my money on a room when she had a perfectly good one–especially when there was a killer on the loose. I laughed, telling her I couldn’t do that, and that she could hardly afford to provide for herself and her children, much less me. Nevertheless, she was insistent, but I didn’t give in. I simply said “you’re too kind” and said my goodbyes, promising that I’d visit her tomorrow. And she was. She was the kindest, godliest woman I knew. Too kind, in fact; it often made her naive. Louise constantly opened her arms to strangers and it had cost her in the past. I doubt there’s a person she wouldn’t try to help.

I shivered as another gust of wind hit me. With a glance of my surroundings, I noticed I had arrived at the hotel. While not my first choice, this hotel was the cheapest and closest to Louise I found. I took a deep breath, and walked in. And instantly regretted