The Alchemyst
(Police Investigation)
By armando Mendoza During the day of Thursday May 31st, there were disturbances on the old oak avenue. Booming sounds and shattered glass in front of two stores, A coffee shop and a bookstore. I am detective Anderson, police officer and well respected family man. I was called to a bookstore owned by a man named Nicholas Flamel. I managed my way through broken glass to see fellow officers of the law. I was given report from one coworker telling me about the signs of materials withered to age within the shop. Books scattered and the smell of old air fills the room. While looking around I take a hard look into the floor, it was molded and ripe with age, mud was also stained to the floor in large footsteps.
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That night there was still more reports of strange happenings. That night there was reports of missing pets, mostly birds and cats. Passerbys were startled by the mass of animals heading in one direction. I was given a lead to a gathering spot of the animals. Since the spot was mostly covered in feathers and such. My long drive, I decided to hear today’s new age music. What was it called? Futurefunk? The age of today was a bit different than the old rock and blues. Later I made it to the area. It was at a park. The feathers were moved in one direction then disappears with no lead to where they went. I got close to the ending spot of the feathers. I decide to take step right past the edge of feathers. My foot slowly.. and surely.. Landed on normal grass. Nothing out of the ordinary, and nothing to strange. Maybe the birds flew off and the cats wandered back home as I think to myself. I ended the case there and got back into my car. I drove back to the police station, while walking through the lobby there was some crazy weather reports going on the T.V. I worked on papers for some hours and had my lunch break. Then, a thought popped into my head while reading about a psychic being robbed late at night. That I should really talk to the psychic. The thought was tempting, so I decided to head downtown to meet one. After some time I made it to a psychic’s shop. I walked in, spoke to a young lady working here. She spoke in a distinct accent. I asked if I may be told my future. I paid the amount for the future reading. While sitting in a chair she speaks of me becoming someone with great power. Far greater than most who were born in it. She said many thing that may be of fantasy but I thanked her and left after her psychic reading. I walked outside to see some paper taped to my car door. I grabbed it and opened it to something phenomenal. On it were four words. “End of Book
On a tedious Thursday afternoon, the body of an extrusive racketeer named Fannin was found at Ernie’s Lunchroom by police officers. A testimony of the only witness, the proprietor and the only employee, Ernie has said “The murderer had leaned against the wall while firing at point-blank range”. There is also one imprint of the supposed homicidal murderer on one of the walls and the cash register had just been rung up at $8.75. The police believe that person C is the murderer from the hand position of the utensils/hand positions, the relation among persons B, D, and E, and the identification of the Y and X footprints. The victim of this heinous crime is also controversial and the media are portraying Fannin as a criminal due to his reputation of racketeering. Maybe Fannin did deserve what came to him but still the public ought to know the real culprit without no prejudices from the media.
The case begins with a report of a house fire in a Virginia suburb. When firefighters arrived and extinguished the flames, they made a horrible discovery. All four members of the house were dead. 41-year-old Blaine Hodges, 37-year old Teresa Hodges his wife, and their two young daughters, 11-year-old Winter and Anah who was just 3 years old. Investigators arrived and interpreted the burn pattern. They also discovered the presence of an accelerant. They determined that the cause of the family’s death was not an accidental house fire. This immediately shifted the focus from an accident to something more sinister.
It was a 92 degree fahrenheit morning at 9:45 on August 14th, when Doug Greene placed a call to 911. He informed the police that he was concerned because Anna had been seen wearing a sweater the previous day despite the unusual heat and wasn’t answering her calls or her door. Both the police and the EMT arrived at the crime scene at 9:56 am where they found Anna Garcia lying on the floor. They entered the crime scene and declared Anna dead. The crime scene was then secured at 10:20 am for investigation. The crime scene was confined to a 10’ by 20’ entry hallway. At the crime scene, investigators marked areas where vomit, blood stains, blood spatter, footprints, a strand of hair, scattered pills, a syringe, and dirty cup were lying on the floor. They also discovered fingerprints that could be taken to a lab for analyzation. Anna was found lying face-down against the floor surrounded by blood and vomit near her mouth. The table in the crime scene
Hello. I am Daniel Gardner. My story today sets back a few years ago in a car. I look out the window from the back seat to see a beautiful blue sky with pearly white clouds scattered across the sky like dice. The sun glows across the sky like a beacon of hope. It reflects off of the sand as if it is beaming off of glass. The luscious variety of green grass with the bountiful palm trees sway softly with the breeze. The light turns green and we start to fly past it all as if time speeds up. we pull into the driveway to see not a beach house. But a mansion. We walk in and see the decor of the house as if angels have come through and done it themselves. We were finally on vacation.
This paper is intended to provide a small sample and critique of the available scientific research on these unexplained and often dismissed phenomena. The examples which form this review are: research on unexplained phenomena not associated with "psychic" individuals, large-scale research centering on many individuals with "psychic talent," and an investigation of the claimed abilities of a single internationally celebrated "psychic."
I. Intro. - Imagine you are sitting home one night with nothing to do. Your parents have gone away for the weekend and there is absolutely no one around. So you sit around that night watching TV for awhile but find nothing on worth watching. You go on upstairs to your room and get ready for bed. Turn off the lights, lay down, and close your eyes. All of a sudden you here a crash of glass in your kitchen. You rush to your feet and put your ear to the door listening to what’s going on downstairs. You begin to hear the voice of two men as they start going through the living room, making their way to the stairs, right outside your room. What do you do? You aren’t going to confront them since its just you—remember you thought you heard two of them right? Well you are really stuck in your room and all you can do is sit there hoping that they leave soon and don’t harm you. Now if it were at my house things would be a little bit different. For starters I would get out my shotgun from my closet and begin to see what is gin on down stairs.
If you are one those people who is inclined to believe, as I do, that a bird in a house is a harbinger of imminent misfortune or something white on your feet makes you run faster or that there is a world out there full of omens, superstitions, prophecy, sorcery and other curious mysteries, then before you read further, I must warn you… what you are about to find out here is not only unnerving, but also hard to shake off.
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
The Alchemyst by Michael Scott is a fast-paced novel with diction that makes it easy to understand as well. Recommended for particularly teenagers, but adults as well, this book introduces a new world of magic where everything is unsuspected and will leave the reader guessing at all times. This book mainly focuses on the issue between the good and the evil (known as the dark elders). Firstly, we are introduced to Sophie and Josh Newman, who both have part-time jobs and are ordinary teenagers. Sophie works at a coffee shop and Josh works at a bookstore. Little do they know, Josh’s boss, Nicholas Flamel, was originally supposed to die in 1418 according to the records. Although, he’s still alive because he holds the most powerful book (known
When I arrived at the scene the first thing I noticed was the body. The coroner said he died from head trauma and was drunk. The wife says they fought before she went to a party. She invited some friends over afterwards. She was home for ten minutes before her friends arrived. She met them at the door and told them Mr. Volupides slipped and fell down the stairs when he was coming down for a drink. For a man who fell down the stairs he had unnaturally perfect clothes. After noticing his clothes I looked at the carpet on the stair and on the floor and how they looked untouched. After closer examination I realised he still had a glass in his hand. It also was unbroken. Nothing looked out of place on the wall on the stairs. His clothes were perfect,
There are many ways to examine the subject of alchemy, including alchemy as a source of symbolism, psychology, and mysticism. It has also been an influence on the world view of various writers, artist, and musicians. The focus of this report is alchemy as a pre-chemistry, which gave a new impulse towards the preparation of medicinal remedies and also was a major influence on today's scientific investigations.Alchemy is an ancient art, practiced in the Middle Ages. The fundamental concept of alchemy stemmed from Aristotle's doctrine that all things tend to reach perfection.
It was a beautiful night. It was perfect for a walk. As I strolled further into the park a figure approached me. It was as dark as pitch so I couldn’t make out who it was. It was late; you wouldn’t usually see anyone at this time. My heart was beating faster and faster. The strange thing was I wasn’t frightened; it was just my heart beating rapidly. As the masculine figure approached, I began to walk slower. That was when I heard the voice.
I awake to lukewarm water dripping down my forehead from a damp towel. I feel a thick liquid against my back. I scan the area, Unfamiliar. I find myself lying in a cot in a filthy room. The sight room itself was depressing, not that it was in extremely bad conditions but it was all…brown, the kind of brown that makes you feel depressed. It reeked of fish and motor oil, one of the queerest combinations of scents I have encountered. My ears start to pick up the deep monotones of a man speaking in other room. In my drowsy state I couldn’t make out exactly what he said but I did manage to g...
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,
I pulled into the driveway and staggered into the loud, large and mysterious place. I was surprised at how many people were there. It could have been about twenty or so. I would not know because I am not highly educated. My education actually collapsed after being involved with you. I put all my attention and focus towards you. I can’t count the amount of times I missed class or skipped school. Whilst thinking of this, a young girl came strolling over. She had dark, long hair, brown eyes and a slim figure nearly identical to my own appearance. She wore a white garment matched with pure, silk shoes. Her glamour attracted people from all directions. She looked about twenty five years old.