like a little girl now, and I fall down and start crawling backwards to get away from the thing.
It just lays there and flops for a second, and then it doesn’t move anymore. I’ve got her blood all over me, and I think right about then I started to understand what fainting was all about. I seriously thought I was going to for a second…but that’s when I realize I can still hear her screaming!
So I look back up from the floor, over her body, and that’s when I nearly pass out again. Hell, I nearly died right on the spot to be honest.
Her closet door had this door-length mirror on it, and there stood Lamar Tarlington looking back at me.
He’s still got that wild, angry look and those wide eyes, and now he’s glaring down at me. I can’t even make a sound now, like my throat is locked up or something. Then he raises his hand and he’s got Laura’s head hanging from it by her hair.
And it’s still screaming!
I mean it! She was looking right at me through the mirror and still screaming, even though she was just a head and should have died . I could tell she could see me and wanted me to help her, but what the hell could I do? And he stands there holding her head up like he wants to be sure I get a good look at it, while he stuffs this big bloody cleaver he’s holding in his other hand into his belt.
Then he raises his other hand up beside her head and holds up three fingers. He stares at me and does this for about ten seconds. Then he just slings her head over his shoulder like a sack, and turns and walks past the edge of the mirror and out of sight…like he’s heading for the bedroom door.
I couldn’t do nothing but lay there for a minute, listening to her screaming getting further and further away. Then I heard a door slam and the screaming stopped.
That’s when I realize I’m all alone with a dead body . Then I really freak out.
I jumped up and ran out of the room, banging my face on the door when I jerked it back open. Then I hoofed it out of that house without looking back. I mean, what the hell else was I supposed to do? She was gone and there wasn’t anything I could do for her. And I sure as hell wasn’t hanging around to see if he was coming back.
So that’s what really happened. T hat’s what her neighbors saw when I came running out covered in blood. I was there, but I didn’t do it!
And no, I don’t have any idea where her’s or Barry’s heads are. But I bet you’re never going to find them, because I don’t think they’re in the world anymore…at least not on this side of the glass. See, that’s what I figured out last night while laying there in my cell. Every time I saw him, he was on the other side of a window or a mirror. Same thing when Laura saw him in class. That’s where he exists now…or his ghost…or whatever…
But if you get too close, he can still reach out and get you.
So there it is, dude. I can tell you don’t believe me. Hell, I was there and I don’t believe me, but that’s still the way it is. I can’t do nothing about it. But I didn’t kill those two, and I ain’t confessing to nothing I didn’t do.
So you can take your superior smile and shove it right up to where the sun don’t shine.
This concludes the statement of Corvin Bradshaw.
A combination of fingerprints, blood spatter evidence, and shoe print analysis conclusively puts him at the scene of the second murder at the time of death. Whether he was there as the assailant, an accomplice, or as a witness is still open to conjecture. He did not have the murder weapon when apprehended.
He has a solid alibi in regards to the murder of Barry Price. He was across town, riding the bus to school in the full view of about twenty witnesses, when Barry’s decapitated body was found in his bathroom on the floor in front of the sink.
A call to the museum established the existence of just such a pen as described by the suspect. But after a quick check, the staff reported it still occupied its
It just lays there and flops for a second, and then it doesn’t move anymore. I’ve got her blood all over me, and I think right about then I started to understand what fainting was all about. I seriously thought I was going to for a second…but that’s when I realize I can still hear her screaming!
So I look back up from the floor, over her body, and that’s when I nearly pass out again. Hell, I nearly died right on the spot to be honest.
Her closet door had this door-length mirror on it, and there stood Lamar Tarlington looking back at me.
He’s still got that wild, angry look and those wide eyes, and now he’s glaring down at me. I can’t even make a sound now, like my throat is locked up or something. Then he raises his hand and he’s got Laura’s head hanging from it by her hair.
And it’s still screaming!
I mean it! She was looking right at me through the mirror and still screaming, even though she was just a head and should have died . I could tell she could see me and wanted me to help her, but what the hell could I do? And he stands there holding her head up like he wants to be sure I get a good look at it, while he stuffs this big bloody cleaver he’s holding in his other hand into his belt.
Then he raises his other hand up beside her head and holds up three fingers. He stares at me and does this for about ten seconds. Then he just slings her head over his shoulder like a sack, and turns and walks past the edge of the mirror and out of sight…like he’s heading for the bedroom door.
I couldn’t do nothing but lay there for a minute, listening to her screaming getting further and further away. Then I heard a door slam and the screaming stopped.
That’s when I realize I’m all alone with a dead body . Then I really freak out.
I jumped up and ran out of the room, banging my face on the door when I jerked it back open. Then I hoofed it out of that house without looking back. I mean, what the hell else was I supposed to do? She was gone and there wasn’t anything I could do for her. And I sure as hell wasn’t hanging around to see if he was coming back.
So that’s what really happened. T hat’s what her neighbors saw when I came running out covered in blood. I was there, but I didn’t do it!
And no, I don’t have any idea where her’s or Barry’s heads are. But I bet you’re never going to find them, because I don’t think they’re in the world anymore…at least not on this side of the glass. See, that’s what I figured out last night while laying there in my cell. Every time I saw him, he was on the other side of a window or a mirror. Same thing when Laura saw him in class. That’s where he exists now…or his ghost…or whatever…
But if you get too close, he can still reach out and get you.
So there it is, dude. I can tell you don’t believe me. Hell, I was there and I don’t believe me, but that’s still the way it is. I can’t do nothing about it. But I didn’t kill those two, and I ain’t confessing to nothing I didn’t do.
So you can take your superior smile and shove it right up to where the sun don’t shine.
This concludes the statement of Corvin Bradshaw.
A combination of fingerprints, blood spatter evidence, and shoe print analysis conclusively puts him at the scene of the second murder at the time of death. Whether he was there as the assailant, an accomplice, or as a witness is still open to conjecture. He did not have the murder weapon when apprehended.
He has a solid alibi in regards to the murder of Barry Price. He was across town, riding the bus to school in the full view of about twenty witnesses, when Barry’s decapitated body was found in his bathroom on the floor in front of the sink.
A call to the museum established the existence of just such a pen as described by the suspect. But after a quick check, the staff reported it still occupied its
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