MUSEUM MURDER

MUSEUM MURDER

By: Sara Diwan
“Aaaah!” I heard a scream come from one of the rooms in the museum. I was the last one here…or was I? I think there are 2 more people here, one who was murdered by the other. No, I probably just imagined it.It was late and my mom was probably waiting for me. But before I left, my curiosity got the better of me. So I ran to the room I heard the scream from. I saw a woman on the floor, knife in her chest , red all around her. I also saw broken security cameras and a man with blond hair and onyx eyes. I recognized him. He smirked at me, as if to say who would believe a 14 year old about a murder, and then he leaped out the window, into the night.
I ran out of the museum and hopped on my bike. It was already 9:30 pm. I rode my bike as fast as a cheetah, scared of what my parents would say about me getting home so late. I rewinded back to the murder. The victim was Lily Sharpe, one of the museum’s main advisors. The murderer was another main advisor, Jack Sharpe, who was the victim’s brother. I was so confused about why a brother would kill his sister. I got home and my mom yelled, “Why are you home so late?!”I replied shakily, “I witnessed a murder.” My dad shouted, “Stop with the excuses”. You probably just imagined it.” My parents wouldn’t believe me, so I knew what I had to do. I had to prove that Jack Sharpe was the murderer.
Hi, I’m Oliver Robertson. I bet you are wondering how I knew who the victim and murderer were. My dad, Donald Robertson, is the Director of the museum. So they are his advisors. You probably also want to know why I was at the museum that late. I just started highschool and I need volunteer hours. So I am volunteering at the museum this summer. I stayed in the museum till late because I was fascinated by the dinosaur exhibit.
I don’t know why I bothered to tell my parents about the murder. I have an over – imaginative mind. That’s why, whenever I say anythings that sounds crazy or weird, no one believes me. That’s probably why Mr. Sharpe left me alone after I witnessed the murder. He knew no one would trust me about it. I wish I had never checked the room.
“Oliver! Wake up,” my mom called. I woke up to my mom’s calling and the beeping of my alarm. It was 6:30 am and I am not an early bird. Usually I would argue about going to the museum but today was different. My sapphire eyes shone with excitement. I quickly brushed my chocolate brown hair, changed, and gulped down my waffles. I then hopped on the bike, thinking that maybe once they saw the body, I wouldn’t have to prove my case. Also, my parents may believe me in some things. I was wrong…
I arrived at the museum to the flashing lights of Police cars and ambulances. I walked inside to see when they were going to start the investigation. Mr. Sharpe, must have come back after I left the museum. He replaced the security cameras. He put her hand on the knife, staging it like a suicide. I was about to shout out that it wasn’t a suicide, but there was no point. I had to do this investigation myself.
My dad then called all the employees together and gave a speech. He announced, “Our beloved Lily Sharpe committed suicide last night. She was about to be promoted but since she can’t receive her promotion, her brother, Jack Sharpe will get it. Jack, come here to get your new badge.” That speech made me figure out Mr. Sharpe’s motive. The promotion Ms. Sharpe was getting gave her top security clearance and gave her a way higher salary. I guess he was desperate for the job that he killed his own sister for it.
Mr. Sharpe went to get his badge. His eyes were red and puffy as if he were crying about his sister, though I knew he was faking it. He took the badge and walked back. As he walked past me, his onyx eyes shone jokingly at me, saying, “See, I knew no one would believe you. And now I am getting away with it.
The museum was closed for today after what had happened. My dad came up to me and told me, “See, you did imagine the murder. Do you want to come home with my car?” “No,” I muttered. “I want to take a bike ride in the park.” “Ok, see you later at home,” he said.
In fact, I didn’t go for a ride in the park. I was really determined to prove my point, which caused me to do the most stupid thing I have ever done in my life…break into Mr. Sharpe’s apartment. I thought maybe I could find a clue there.
His apartment was in the cheapest apartment complex. Obviously, since the apartment was so cheap, it can’t be a good one. It was really small with one bedroom, bathroom, a living room only fitting a recliner and a folding table, and a kitchen. Papers were strewn all over the folding table and some on the floor since the table was so tiny. A terrible stench came from the kitchen, the smell of burnt food. I looked out the window and saw an alley, another building, and some dumpsters. I could clearly see why he was so desperate for a higher salary.
I spotted a notebook. I opened it and read the first page. It said, “I hate Lily. I hate that she always achieved higher than me and made our parents proud. I hate that even though I a so mean to her, she still offers me money. I hate that even though she has so much potential, she still works with me. Of course, she’s better than me in everything, so she’ll get the promotion. It makes me want to kill her”.
I could use this as evidence, but it’s not proof, so it won’t work. I search all around the apartment, but I can’t find anything.I’m about to leave when I hear footsteps and the jangling of keys. Oh No! He’s coming! I hide behind the recliner. He walked in and laughed, “Ha! I got the promotion and got away with murder. That kid never had a chance against me.
Shoot! I thought to myself, I could have recorded that and then I would have caught him! But right now I had to figure out how to get out of here. Mr. Sharpe plopped down on his recliner. Then he went into his room and shut the door behind him. “Now’s my chance,” I thought. I ran to the door, quietly opened and closed it, and went out of this terrible apartment complex.
In a few days, the museum reopened. The jewel exhibit, which was the room where Ms. Sharpe died, was closed for one more week. I would have wanted to look in that exhibit for clues, but I had given up. Catching Mr. Sharpe was a lost cause.
For the next week, everything was normal. I was drowned in boredom from explaining the rock exhibit. Once the jewel exhibit reopened, almost all the people visited it and no one visited the rock exhibit. My dad then moved me to the jewelry exhibit.
I honestly did not want to go back in that room.It was kind of creepy and I wanted to be done with this murder. But here I was forced to go back in. In my point of view, jewels were way more boring than rocks.
When the museum closed, I went home and started making more mini cameras. I sometimes made mini cameras so I could put them on the walls of the museum. I would put them in places where they could catch the footage of my friends who volunteered here and me presenting our assigned exhibits.
Then we would show our footage to a neutral judge, AKA our moms, and we would see who did the best job. I was making a new set that I was going to put after our shift tomorrow. I was going to win the competition for day after tomorrow.
So, the day went by slowly, as it usually does when you’re bored. I didn’t make an effort at explaining since the competition was for tomorrow. After my 5 hour shift, which fell like an eternity, I started putting mini cameras in the exhibits.
I went to all the exhibits, placing cameras, and finally, I reached the jewel exhibit. Now known, as the place of the murder. As I was about to put the camera something on the wall caught my eye. It was another one of my mini cameras! I flashed back to the week before the murder. We had just finished our shifts and Mr. Sharpe told us to remove all the cameras we had put up. We must have missed one little camera! There was no way Mr. Sharpe could have known that it was still there.
I sped home, the newly discovered camera clutched in my hand. I connected it to my computer and watched the footage. I saw Ms. Sharpe looking at the jewel exhibit. Then Mr. Sharpe breaks in through the window and breaks the cameras. He then stabs her and leaves, coming back with new cameras and setting them up.
Here was my proof! Once my dad came home, I showed the footage to my parents, saying, “ Mom, Dad… look at the footage I found on my mini camera.” After watching it, my mom exclaimed, “ Oh my goodness! Oliver, we are sorry we didn’t believe you about the murder.” My dad then declared, “We have to go show this to the police.”
When we got to the station and showed the footage to the detectives, they immediately raced to the museum with us behind them. They walked up to Mr. Sharpe and said, “ Jack Sharpe, you are under arrest for the murder of Lily Sharpe.” Then they locked his hands in handcuffs.
I smirked at him. I thought to myself, Ha! You didn’t win, I did. I caught you red handed.

P.S: I won the competition of the best exhibit presenter.