Thoughts That Ink and Paper Cannot Hold Part 1
Hi, everyone. My name's Annie. I was born July 26, 2001. When I was eight years old, I was murdered.
After two weeks of searching, local police have discovered the mutilated body of eight year old Annie Hill, stuffed in a suitcase near the sewage pipe of a nearby industrial plant. Sources are reluctant in divulging any new information regarding the young girl's disappearance from the school playground that horrific September morning. During an interview, the father, James Hill, 38, said, "What did my little Maggie do to deserve such cruelty? She was just a kid. It just doesn't seem fair. I.." (continues on page 6)
When I was alive, I loved how blue the sky was and how it enveloped me in all its colors whenever I ran toward it in our humongous backyard. I loved my family especially. When I died, the police kept thinking that my daddy was the one who had hurt me. They thought that he was the one who had stabbed me with the big knife and let all the gooey red stuff come out. It hurt alot, but my daddy wasn't the one who did it. It was really cold in that suitcase. And dark. Very dark.
Body of 8 Year Old Girl Found in Sewer by Janeane Wallace
After two weeks of searching, local police have discovered the mutilated body of eight year old Annie Hill, stuffed in a suitcase near the sewage pipe of a nearby industrial plant. Sources are reluctant in divulging any new information regarding the young girl's disappearance from the school playground that horrific September morning. During an interview, the father, James Hill, 38, said, "What did my little Maggie do to deserve such cruelty? She was just a kid. It just doesn't seem fair. I.." (continues on page 6)
When I was alive, I loved how blue the sky was and how it enveloped me in all its colors whenever I ran toward it in our humongous backyard. I loved my family especially. When I died, the police kept thinking that my daddy was the one who had hurt me. They thought that he was the one who had stabbed me with the big knife and let all the gooey red stuff come out. It hurt alot, but my daddy wasn't the one who did it. It was really cold in that suitcase. And dark. Very dark.