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Creative Story: The Chronic Swamp Murders
One day while Joe and Jill Hemp were walking through Chronic swamp they
came across a trail of blood in the water. They followed the trail until it
stopped at a dead body. The body was of a man who was wearing a camouflage
outfit. They immediately ran back to their house, which was not far from the
murder site and called the police. Their house was located right on the edge of
When the police got there they roped off the whole area so they could
start their investigation. At first it looked as if it was definitely a murder,
but after a few days of investigation the police concluded that the man was
probably a hunter who had either fallen out of a tree or just tripped and broken
his neck. A broken neck was definitely what killed the man. The only problem
with this hypothesis was that it left a few unanswered questions. If the man
was a hunter where did his gun or bow go? How often did you find a dead hunter
just lying in the middle of a swamp? Even with these questions police told the
Hemps that it was an accident and they were in no danger.
The Hemp’s life went on with no interruptions until about two weeks
after the hunter was found. Another body had been found in the swamp. This
time the body was a male whom had a business suit on. The police came back and
investigated this death. After about a week they concluded again that it was a
broken neck that had killed the victim. There were no signs of a struggle so
the investigators said that it was some type of freak accident. They also told
the Hemps to stay out of the swamp.
The Hemps never went back into the swamp again, but one night they were
awakened by a loud pounding noise on the front door. When Mr. Hemp got up to
see what it was, all he saw was something large running into the swamp. He then
made sure that all the doors were locked and he got his shotgun out of the
closet. He waited in his dark living room for about an hour and then went back
to his bed. He didn’t tell his wife what had happened so she wouldn’t be scared
The next day when Joe was coming home from work he noticed the door was
wide open. When he got closer he noticed that the door frame was broken and the
door had been kicked in. He ran inside looking for his wife. He couldn’t find
her anywhere, so he ran to their bedroom for his gun. On his way to the bedroom
he heard his wife scream and the scream was coming from the bedroom. He then
saw a huge man who was at least seven feet tall and weighed about 300 pounds.
This man was beating up Joe’s wife. Joe ran and jumped on his back. The man
stopped hitting his wife and just tossed Joe to the ground. The huge man then
started beating Joe. Joe was unconscious and the man was getting ready to break
Joe’s neck when his wife shot the monster-sized man right in the chest with
their shotgun. He instantly fell to the ground dead. Joe made a full recovery
and the Hemps were credited with solving the mystery of the Chronic swamp
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