Gabe Nelesen
Mrs. Roskamp
LA, 8A
17 Feb 2017
It was a dark night in Hartman’s creek, WI. and all the campers were out by the campfires. The wind was blowing the crunchy leaves all over the hard packed dirt. A scream pierced the quiet night. All the campers got up grabbed flashlights and went out to the sight of the scream. There was a women backed up against a tree with blood on her forehead. All the campers rushed over and helped her out. One of the campers ran to his car and went to a place that had cell reception to call the police. The woman’s face was covered in blood and all the people were clueless on how it got there.
There was a small pool of blood about five feet away from the tree where she was at. Knowing that the blood on the woman’s face was not hers, the campers got to searching. There was no source of blood present. The campers decided to wait for the police to arrive before doing anything else. The police crew and ambulance crew showed up, the women who was covered in blood was rushed to the hospital, she was in shock and having seizures. The police chief, Ron Klumpen, was there at the scene and investigating.
A man rushed over from the woods and ran at Klumpen. He was asking all sorts of questions. “Is there a body? Are there any witnesses?” Klumpen got up and turned to the man, pulled out a pen and paper and asked, “what is your name?” The man replied, “My name? my name doesn’t matter, right now questions!”
Klumpen, “No give me a name”
Man, “My name is Herold West”
Klumpen, “Where were you when the scream occurred?”
West, “i was sitting around a campfire at site A5 when the scream rang out.” Another scream happened as the body was discovered.
The lady who screamed pointed into the tall dark trees and there was a small blue light. All of the sudden it shut off. Klumpen shined his flashlight up into the dark trees and there was a small sign of the color blue. Klumpen said, “Looks like a hammock.” Everyone was staring up at the hammock and never noticed Herold slipping out into the darkness. A fire truck came and got the hammock out of the tree and were examining it. (Klumpen, One stab wound to the heart, clean, he must have known the person because there were no signs of struggle. He was identified as a man named Harry West. Harold West has a brother. I got a call on my way to my car saying that the killer was Herold. Harold’s family was very rich and Harry had all the money.
Then I yelled, “Where is he, where is Herold? Find him send all your recourses out.” ) The police, lead by Klumpen showed up at the West house only to find Herold lying on his knees on the floor. He was cuffed and thrown into the police car, No money to be found. Soon they found a recipe for a hammock and a 15 foot ladder in a trash can. There was a bloody knife found inside one of his mattresses in his house. Klumpen, the man who solved the case grew very famous and rich, for he solved this case with just his mind. Harold was convicted of murder and sentenced to life in prison. Fifteen years later a man dug up this old case from the boxes and reviewed it. Pointing out one clue leading to the real killer. It was not Herold, it was Klumpen. The man went to the police pointing out that Klumpen had gotten very rich right after the case was “solved” and also that he claimed to have gotten a call saying that Herold was a murderer, even though he was in a place with no cell reception.
