Chelsea Cleveland was an average college freshmen. She played in the band, had good grades, and was well-behaved. One night, her mother was missing her a little, so she called Chelsea’s dorm phone. The phone picked up, but there was no voice. She heard a scream and the phone line went dead. Chelsea’s mother called the police on campus right away. The campus police rushed to the room, only to find a dark room and the phone. They realized that the phone was still on because they heard the dial tone. The police had no idea what happened. They searched around, trying to look for the slightest imperfections. They searched and searched but found no clues. They didn’t realize that there was no blood on the floor when they were looking around. The police looked in drawers and in the closet but found no signs of Chelsea Cleveland, the murdered girl. The night was endless for the police. They longed for just some insight on the mysterious murder of Chelsea Cleveland. There were many investigations of her friends and teachers and practically everyone she knew. No one they talked to had the slightest bit of information. The only thing they figured out that night was who she was talking to on the phone. It was her mother. But there was one more thing. Chelsea had a roommate, Kendra Dixon. The police decided to confront Kendra about the night Chelsea went missing. “You’re Kendra right?”, asked the campus police. “Yes I am. Can I help you?” “When was the last time you talked to Chelsea?”, the police inquired. “Last night. I had to go study at the library, and Chelsea was in the room, so I told I had to leave. I got back late that night, and it was dark in the room, so I thought I could see her sleeping. I guess her covers were crumpled up, and it looked like it was her.”, responded Kendra. This information was just the start of their investigation. The police had started their agonizing process of the murder mystery of Chelsea. No new information proved itself in the next few days. It seemed almost like a murder mystery that would never be solved. Finally, the campus police realized there was no blood on the floor of the dorm room the night of the murder. This puzzled them because they were expecting a murder. Now they really had no idea what had happened and it seemed like they would never figure it out. Later that night they got another insight on the case. They found her trombone and realized it was all dented and bashed. The campus police had no leads for a week, until they realized that the only way to get into the room was to have a key. The only other person that would have a key besides Chelsea, would be…Kendra. It was logical that Kendra would murder Chelsea. Kendra had a history of living in mental hospitals. The police rushed to her dorm, only to see her speeding away in a black pickup truck. They sent a squad car after Kendra, but she seemed to have disappeared into the night. The police sent out a search warrant for Kendra that night. The next day, the police conducted a search of the whole campus for Chelsea’s body, only to find nothing. Then it hit them. There was no blood on the floor, and no body had been found. She had been kidnapped. Later that night, while a couple officers were down at the station, the phone rang. One officer, Officer Garrett, lunged for the phone, thinking it could be something about Chelsea. It was from a restricted number, so he was a little hesitant, but picked up anyway. He gathered the other officers around, and put the phone on speaker. They heard some rustling, then heavy breathing, as if someone had been gagged, and were just able to breathe. There was some coughing, then they heard a person say in a mock concern, “Aw, is somebody a little choked up?” The officers froze, It was Kendra. So Chelsea hadn’t been murdered at all, she had been kidnapped. With a barely audible voice, Chelsea choked out, “Wh-where a m I? Why did you do this?” Officer Garrett yelled over to his tech person, “Quick, start tracking the location!” “It was sooo easy, Chelsea, I mean, who would suspect me, your harmless roommate,” Kendra cackled. “You didn’t honestly think I actually liked you, right? I wanted to get rid of you as fast as I could….and now I can.” The police could practically see Kendra smiling. “She’s at 3rd and Mitchell!” , yelled the tech person. “Everybody, move!” , screamed Garrett as he ran towards his squad car. Unfortunately, by the time the police arrived, it was too late for poor Chelsea. As they cuffed Kendra, the wheels in Officer Garrett’s head were turning as he put together the clues. Kendra had been so furious when she met her roommate. Chelsea had annoyed her, day and night. It was so bad that Kendra decided to end it once and for all. She told Chelsea she was going to the library to study. Kendra came back late, knowing she would be awake still, chattering on the phone. Kendra slipped in the door quietly, finding Chelsea’s trombone on the ground. She crept up behind Chelsea, and hit her on the head, knocking her out, and denting the trombone. Since it was so late, and everyone in the dorm was sleeping, Kendra slipped out with Chelsea’s limp body, knowing no one would hear her. Her mistake? Dropping her key on the way out of the room. Kendra gagged Chelsea, and put her in the back of her truck, where no one could see her.
Chelsea Cleveland was an average college freshmen. She played in the band, had good grades, and was well-behaved. One night, her mother was missing her a little, so she called Chelsea’s dorm phone. The phone picked up, but there was no voice. She heard a scream and the phone line went dead. Chelsea’s mother called the police on campus right away. The campus police rushed to the room, only to find a dark room and the phone. They realized that the phone was still on because they heard the dial tone. The police had no idea what happened. They searched around, trying to look for the slightest imperfections. They searched and searched but found no clues. They didn’t realize that there was no blood on the floor when they were looking around. The police looked in drawers and in the closet but found no signs of Chelsea Cleveland, the murdered girl.
The night was endless for the police. They longed for just some insight on the mysterious murder of Chelsea Cleveland. There were many investigations of her friends and teachers and practically everyone she knew. No one they talked to had the slightest bit of information. The only thing they figured out that night was who she was talking to on the phone. It was her mother. But there was one more thing. Chelsea had a roommate, Kendra Dixon. The police decided to confront Kendra about the night Chelsea went missing.
“You’re Kendra right?”, asked the campus police.
“Yes I am. Can I help you?”
“When was the last time you talked to Chelsea?”, the police inquired.
“Last night. I had to go study at the library, and Chelsea was in the room, so I told I had to leave. I got back late that night, and it was dark in the room, so I thought I could see her sleeping. I guess her covers were crumpled up, and it looked like it was her.”, responded Kendra.
This information was just the start of their investigation. The police had started their agonizing process of the murder mystery of Chelsea.
No new information proved itself in the next few days. It seemed almost like a murder mystery that would never be solved. Finally, the campus police realized there was no blood on the floor of the dorm room the night of the murder. This puzzled them because they were expecting a murder. Now they really had no idea what had happened and it seemed like they would never figure it out. Later that night they got another insight on the case. They found her trombone and realized it was all dented and bashed.
The campus police had no leads for a week, until they realized that the only way to get into the room was to have a key. The only other person that would have a key besides Chelsea, would be…Kendra. It was logical that Kendra would murder Chelsea. Kendra had a history of living in mental hospitals. The police rushed to her dorm, only to see her speeding away in a black pickup truck. They sent a squad car after Kendra, but she seemed to have disappeared into the night. The police sent out a search warrant for Kendra that night.
The next day, the police conducted a search of the whole campus for Chelsea’s body, only to find nothing. Then it hit them. There was no blood on the floor, and no body had been found. She had been kidnapped.
Later that night, while a couple officers were down at the station, the phone rang. One officer, Officer Garrett, lunged for the phone, thinking it could be something about Chelsea. It was from a restricted number, so he was a little hesitant, but picked up anyway. He gathered the other officers around, and put the phone on speaker. They heard some rustling, then heavy breathing, as if someone had been gagged, and were just able to breathe. There was some coughing, then they heard a person say in a mock concern, “Aw, is somebody a little choked up?” The officers froze, It was Kendra. So Chelsea hadn’t been murdered at all, she had been kidnapped. With a barely audible voice, Chelsea choked out, “Wh-where a m I? Why did you do this?” Officer Garrett yelled over to his tech person, “Quick, start tracking the location!”
“It was sooo easy, Chelsea, I mean, who would suspect me, your harmless roommate,” Kendra cackled. “You didn’t honestly think I actually liked you, right? I wanted to get rid of you as fast as I could….and now I can.” The police could practically see Kendra smiling.
“She’s at 3rd and Mitchell!” , yelled the tech person.
“Everybody, move!” , screamed Garrett as he ran towards his squad car.
Unfortunately, by the time the police arrived, it was too late for poor Chelsea. As they cuffed Kendra, the wheels in Officer Garrett’s head were turning as he put together the clues.
Kendra had been so furious when she met her roommate. Chelsea had annoyed her, day and night. It was so bad that Kendra decided to end it once and for all. She told Chelsea she was going to the library to study. Kendra came back late, knowing she would be awake still, chattering on the phone. Kendra slipped in the door quietly, finding Chelsea’s trombone on the ground. She crept up behind Chelsea, and hit her on the head, knocking her out, and denting the trombone. Since it was so late, and everyone in the dorm was sleeping, Kendra slipped out with Chelsea’s limp body, knowing no one would hear her. Her mistake? Dropping her key on the way out of the room. Kendra gagged Chelsea, and put her in the back of her truck, where no one could see her.