The Murderer in the Woods

It was a chilly autumn evening when my friends Charlie, Harry, and I stumbled upon

something that would change our lives forever. We were just wandering in the woods behind

our neighborhood, as we often did, searching for a bit of adventure, when we found it.

A grim sight—there, half-buried under leaves, lay the murder a person bloodied

and hurt. We ran up to them to see if there was a pulse, With a touch of

the wrist we felt the skin was as cold as ice, we knew she had been here for a

while. Instinct kicked in; we pulled out our phones and dialed the police.

Panic was tangible; we whispered hastily to each other, trying to make sense of it all.But before