She walked fast to the police station fearing all those that walked past her. This was an unexpected tremendous blow to her entire life. Last day she had woken to her mother screaming . The screams came past the hallway, long way from her tiny room at the corner of the one floored house. The
clock on the wall past the hallway ticked 3 past midnight, she ran to her mother. What the hell was going on here, she found her mother tied up to the chair in the kitchen. It was the first time she could see emotions all she could see in that entire room was fear . She turned to find herself staring at a huge figure, an unknown man. Who was he? Why was he here? Was this the end? Was she going to die like this?
Her mom screamed out loud “Run dear run, Run as fast as you can”. Due to her adolescence rebeliance she used to never listen to her mother but this time without any seconds of delay she ran through the back door of the kitchen. She ran as her mind screamed someone was there to grab her
and take her back to the home. Aiming the police station that was few miles apart from her home she ran as fast as she could to get some help. As she ran hundreds of emotions came rushing to her mind as the adrenaline boosted through her veins she remembered ,she had lost her father when she was little, her mother had taken care for her without letting her know any of the difficulties of life. Although they had lots of fights it was always mother for daughter and daughter for mother. Tears started rolling down her white cheeks as she had no idea what was going to happen to her mother. At least she reached the police station. The police rushed inside her house just to find the lifeless body of her mother tied upto the chair. Her throat was slit open with blood drooling from her neck. There were blood splatters all over the wall behind the chair. There was no forced entry to the house and cctv cameras were purposefully shut down ,narrowing down to the only evidence the bloody knife lying down on the kitchen table. The police filed the FIR she wrote down in name and
residence of informer and complanant: Paula Steve, model town, London.
It was past midnight Laurie was singing lullaby to her daughter Christina who was just 6 years old. Christina had woken up crying seeing a nightmare and her mother had come running hearing her cries. She started singing to her
“Rock-a-bye-baby
On the tree tops
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock”
As little Christina was falling fast asleep. Laurie heard some sounds down from the kitchen. Thinking she had let the windows open and forgot to shut it up. She rushed downstairs .But instead of finding an open window rather she found a man sitting on the dining table. A shiver rushed through her spines reminding her of the emotion that she had long forgotten ”FEAR”. The man had a knife in his hand rushing towards her indicating her to sit on the chair and not to scream. She sat silently not daring to move an inch fearing he may do something to her daughter. All she could see was this man’s eyes and for the life of her she could only see revenge in it and nothing of a sympathy. She waited as she knew her death was near hoping and praying that he would leave her daughter and not harm her. As her whole life flashed through her eyes she remembered her husband whom she divorced as he abused her from the day of their marriage.
Police arrived to the nearby hometown with the neighbours complaining about a baby that cried from morning and no one in the house answered the door. When the police entered the house there layed a lifeless body of a mother with her throat slit open leaving her daughter alone to live her own life. And to the shock of the police only a table knife as an evidence.
Katherine had won the interschool race competition. Holding on to the gold medal she ran to her home calling to her mother “Mom I won”. Little did she know her mother could no more listen to her. Katherine had gone away from her home town for two days for an interschool race competition that was being conducted in her neighbouring hometown. Although usually her mom accompanies her for races this time due to some urgent meetings she had to go alone. Katherines father had passed away an year ago fighting against cancer but her mother never let her feel the loss of her father and took care of her. As she was screaming for her mother and no one answered the door. She felt something was wrong .She rushed to the backdoor pushed it open to find the lifeless body of her mother tied upto the chair with her throat slit open. She fell down to the ground sobbing and hoping she had never attended the race and was with her mother so she could save her from this happening, little did she know with her or without her this was going to happen. As she sat there crying and sobbing as all those laughs and moments with her mother flashed through her eyes the police had arrived. And there laydown a kitchen knife on the floor drooling in blood.
It was not so late for the police to realize a psycho killer was on loose. Officer George the head constable was drowning himself in his thoughts as within 23 years of his work life he had never met such a cunning criminal. The killer made it sure to clear away all sort of evidences and just to leave away the kitchen knife that too which was taken from the victims house wherein the murder occurred. It was always the same sort of Modus of operandi, a single mother tied to chair in the middle of the kitchen, throats slit, blood splatters all over the wall. No forced entry to the house but all of the kitchens having a backside door that was left open. Each murder had taken place in the nearby towns; the model town, the down town and the grand town, The police officials where unable to find a connection between the murders that had occurred. Interrogations had begun all the 3 daughters of the victims ,their relatives and neighbours were questioned. Sarah, Laurie’s house maid had also reached the police station to give her oral statements it was that one sentence that had fallen out from Sarah’s mouth that paved the way for the further investigation “Poor Laurie! It was just few days before that her match was found by the matrimonial”.
Officer George had found the knot now its time to loosen up the knot and reveal the mystery. All th 3 victims were single mothers who had registered themselves in “perfect match” matrimonial in order to find their future dates. All of the 3 mothers had a perfect match too Sir Robert Winson. All of the victims were murdered on the day perfect match was announced by the matrimonial. There were just two photos in his account one of his own holding a cup of coffee in his right hand and one of his home. He had normal conversations with all the victims. But again something that left police to a dead end was that the Robert Winson was a fake profile that was created also in the pictures he was a right handed person whereas the suspect was considered to be left handed as in all the murders the throat was slit open from right to left. Leaving police to no other choice rather to wait for the suspects next target.
Not so long ago at model town little peter sat weeping in the corner of his house. With trembling hands and long slender like body he stared at his mother. He hadn’t eaten anything for days, growing pale His mother had left him to starve to death. He never remembered his father, never ever dared to ask his mother about him as whenever he asked he ended up having cigarette burns on his body. Fearing his drug addict single mother the boy never left the corner of the house eating the leftover scrapes. Hoping when this terrible life of his would end. His mother blamed him for his father leaving her. On a fine morning little peter had woken up to the dead body of his mother who had slit her own throat and did the unthinkable. Peter opened his eyes, waking up from the flashbacks of his past. His eyes showed no mercy he blamed his mother for what he suffers and still blames her for all that he does. From then on he takes his revenge on single mother’s and “perfect match” matrimonial have paved a way for him. His phone rang with a new notification. The text read “new match found”. Ready to let of his anger Peter stormed in through the backdoor of the ladies kitchen, it was past midnight his usual lucky time but today for a change his luck wouldn’t favour him. He heard sound’s from the upstairs’ someone was walking down. Waiting to attack on his next victim just like a predator pouncing over it’s prey eagerly he waited. Instead of hearing footsteps of one person he heard many. Before he could runaway he was knocked down to the ground by the police officials. And there layed a kitchen knife safe on the table with no blood on it. As every criminal’s commit one small mistake so did Peter too, although he had created a fake profile for his matrimonial he didn’t dare to change his mother’s name from the details given. Leading to the little peter who was found as a child near his mother’s lifeless body.
Author- Hana Bint Abdulsalam
Lovely Professional University
Bsc Forensic Science