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1. Question title: Is It Morbid Curiosity?
2. Question title: Why Do We Watch True-Crime?
3. Short and sweet: Killer Curiosity 
4. Short phrase followed by a longer phrase: True-Crime! The Reasons Why We Watch.
5. A surprise statement: I Watch How People Die and So Do You
6. A twist on a well-word expression: Time Flies When You’re Watching Murders 
7. A twist on a well-word expression: An Episode a Day, Keeps Curiosity at Bay
8. Something beginning with “The”: The True-Crime Effect
9. Something beginning with “The”: The Fascination with True-Crime
10. Alliteration: Murder Mania

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I added a scene which is the ending of the scene in my lead. 

Corey Parker was killed by a 17-year-old boy named Robert Denney. He lived in her apartment complex and had become obsessed with the girl that he can see from his window. While she was out with friends, Robert Denney entered her apartment through her kitchen window, hid in her closet and waited until she came home that night. That night, when she was lying in bed trying to sleep, he attacked her and stabbed her 101 times. He is now serving life in prison. As I’m lying in bed, watching the credits roll, I realize that I am not crazy like I thought but only a curious human being. 

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1. Why do I watch true-crime and why can’t I stop?
2. This genre has always been around and has always been popular
3. It gives us a safe adrenaline rush 
4. A way to prepare us in case we find ourselves in this type of situation
5. We like to solve puzzles
6. That fact that it is real and not fictional
7. We are curious by nature

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The changes I made were taking out the sentences that kept repeating and I responded to my research.

True-crime shows are watched by many people, however, according to Dr. Amanda Vicary, a psychology professor, “women are more drawn to true crime than men.” This is because women have a “driveto survive”. They feel that by watching such programs, they may learn some techniques that can help them if they were to find themselves in such a situation. They also learn some signs on how to spot a possible killer. Dr. Sharon Packer, a psychiatrist, says that “watching, listening to, or reading about real crimes could be like a dress rehearsal.” I must admit that as a woman, I do pay attention to the details of the crimes I watch. I observe where the crimes take place and how they happen. For example, a lot of perpetrators enter through doors and windows that have been left open. I find myself checking my windows and doors every night before going to bed. I have also become very aware of my surroundings therefore if I am walking home by myself, I don’t put my earphones in so I can be mindful of what’s happening around be.  

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Corey Parker, a 25-year-old woman, was attending college in Jacksonville, Florida, where she worked part-time as a waitress. During the Thanksgiving holiday of her junior year, she did not show up for work and her colleagues began to worry and believed something was wrong. A cook from her work went to her apartment and found that it was locked so he looked inside through her window. He saw her on the bed, naked and dead. Her whole body was covered in blood as if she was painted. There was blood spattered all over the walls, some blood still dripping. She had been stabbed 101 times. I felt shivers run down my spine but I continue to watch. I turned to check the time and saw it was 1:00 am and I was on my 8^thepisode of Forensics Files. I can’t help but think to myself why am I watching this and why can’t I stop?

     Everyone loves to watch mysteries and solving them too. Humans by nature like to solve puzzles. According to Dr. Katherine Ramsland, professor of forensic psychology, “most true crimes on TV and in books are offered as a puzzle that people want to solve. This gives them a sense of closure. It is also a challenge that stimulates the brain”. This is so true because even as babies, we are given puzzles as toys such as stacking rings and shape puzzles. If these toys are for kids, then, true crime is the puzzle for adults. True crime shows, such as 48 Hoursand Forensic Files, allows us to play, “armchair detective and see if [we] can figure out “whodunit” before law enforcement authorities catch the actual perpetrator” (Psychology Today). This reminds me of myself as I have spent countless afternoons binge watching Forensics Filesfrom my recliner, trying to solve the murders. These types of shows definitely get the brain working. While watching other genres of shows, we are merely an audience but while watching true crime shows, we become more involved. We feel like we are part of the team that is investigating the crime and we feel that we can solve the murder. Solving a murder is a true challenge and nothing beats that feeling of satisfaction when you find out you were right all along and were able to solve the mystery. It is like putting the final piece in a puzzle. 

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True-crime is popular because it gives us an adrenaline rush every time we watch it. In Psychology Today, Scott A. Bonn says, “adrenaline is a hormone that produces a powerful, stimulating, and even addictive effect on the human brain”. While watching true-crime, adrenaline runs through our veins much like riding a rollercoaster. Even though your stomach is in knots and fear is running through your body, you can’t help but become addicted to this feeling. This is why we watch true-crime and keep going back for more. It is similar to the feeling a drug addict has when they are high. They want to constantly feel that sense of euphoria so they keep getting high. Just like a drug addict needs their fix, we need our true-crime fix. We constantly want to watch more because we want to relive the feeling it gave us the first time we watched it, thus, creating a true-crime addiction. True-crime always has us guessing as to what is coming next and keeps us on the edge of our seats. True-crime gives us this adrenaline rush because we can experience fear and thrill while sitting on our couch wrapped in the safety of a warm soft blanket.  

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Imagine you are lying down on your bed, wrapped up in a blanket, in the middle of the night, watching a true-crime show. It’s quiet, almost too quiet and it starts to get eerie. Scenes of discarded limbs, blood spattered on walls, a lifeless body, flash before your eyes. You start to hear your heartbeat in your ears, you feel your blood rushing throughout your body, you feel your senses have been dialed up aware of everything around you. Then, you see the murderer. They look like your next-door neighbour, an average joe. Then, they open their mouth to speak and their voice is creepy, making the hair in back of your neck stand up. When they are convicted of the murder, you let out a big sigh of relief that you didn’t know you were holding.

1. Imagine you have 7 or 8 courses that gives assignments/homework nonstop and demands the most out of you. College students also have a pressure to excel in all their courses and it takes a lot out of someone.
2. How would you feel if you were given so many assignments and have to deal with the pressure of doing well in all your courses? College students are so stressed because they work their hardest and they put in so much effort and they are told that they are lazy.

sentence: We need to satisfy this temptation so we indulge in watching these shows.

1. It does mean what I thought it did. Personally, I do not think it was the perfect word that I could have used for this sentence.

Sentence: It is out of the norm and it is our human nature to become curious about the things we do not know about.

bare-bones: It is human nature to be curious.

a) It is our human nature to be curious.

b) It is our human nature to be very curious.

c) It is human nature to be curious of things that are unknown.

d) It is human to be curious.

e) Human nature to be curious.

f) Curious.

g) Be curious.

Step one

One of the most vivid memories from when I was a child was from my third birthday. I thought I was a big girl and that I could do things on my own but apparently, that was not the case. During the party, I had to go to the washroom so I went by myself and I locked the door. My parents had told me not to lock the door if I was going by myself but I decided not to listen. After going and washing my hands, I tried to open the door and surprise surprise, I couldn’t. The fear set in, I began to panic and all hell broke loose. I started yelling for my mom and dad. They came to the door and tried to calm me down and began telling me how to open the door. I was too scared and could not focus on anything. I just wanted to get out. My uncle, my aunt and my cousins all came to the door and tried to calm me down. Everyone was around the door and tried to talk me into turning the lock. I remember trying but somehow failing. Then, I remember my dad telling me to stay calm and that he would get one of his tools and he would get me out. At this point, I was in a total state of panic and I thought I was going to die. I could hear my dad playing with the lock but it was not opening.  I was a basket case, just crying and screaming. I could hear my older cousins laughing outside and just having the time of their lives. One of my cousins was just yelling at me to just turn the lock. I heard my mom’s voice as she tried to calm me down. She told me to open the water and play with it so I would stop crying. It worked for a while but then I remembered that I was locked by myself in a washroom while my whole family was on the other side. I tried again to turn the lock but my hands were wet and it made everything worse. Then, my uncle had an idea and he got a metal skewer and fiddled with the lock on the outside. It finally clicked and I heard the knob turn. The door opened and I saw my whole family just standing there. It felt like a reunion. I remember running into my mother’s arms and she was able to calm me down. I was so happy to see my family even my cousins who laughed at me. We all went to have cake and my family made me laugh so that I would forget about it. I remember that I did not lock the bathroom door for a very long time. 

Step two

One of the most vivid memories I have as a child was from my third birthday. Thinking that I was a big girl, I went to the washroom by myself and locked the door. When I was done, I tried to open the door but couldn’t. I began to panic and cried out for my parents. They rushed to the door and tried to give me directions on how to open the door. Being so frightened, I could not focus on what they were telling me. I just kept turning the knob but nothing happened. The frustration and fear just made me cry even more. By this time, my whole family was at the door; aunt, uncle, cousins, mom, and dad. They all tried to calm me down but I wasn’t having it. My dad tried using a screwdriver but that didn’t work. My uncle decided to try opening the lock with a metal skewer. He played with the lock until it opened. Had his idea not worked, my dad told me that he would have broken down the bathroom door like the Hulk. The door opened and I saw my whole family just standing there. I was overjoyed and ran into my mother’s arms. To take my mind off the traumatic event, we went to have cake. I felt much better after having my cake. All the adults had a laugh about it. I didn’t lock the bathroom door for a long time after that.

Step three

One of the most vivid memories I have as a child was from my third birthday. I was in my third year of life and thought I was invincible. I decided to venture to the lavatory on my own, a task that could only be performed by older folk. When my mission was completed, I tried to open the big wooden door but failed miserably. I felt panic and fear setting in. Chaos was unleashed. I began thumping on the door while my vocal cords released cries and screams so loud that they can be heard from around the world. Having heard these deafening cries for help, my parents came dashing to the door. They tried to direct me into the delicate operation of unlocking the monster that was keeping me from my family.  My dad attempted to pry open the wooden beast but to no avail. However, my uncle had the notion to use a metal shish kabob holder to free me from the jaws of the wooden beast. He toyed with the wooden beast until, its grip loosened and I was freed. The wooden beast was pushed away and I was able to see my whole family. My heart filled with joy and I ran into the arms of the woman who gave me life. To celebrate this happy moment, the family partook in a feast of sweet desserts. Laughter filled the room as my ordeal was discussed. Needless to say, that I did not dare to play with the mechanism of the wooden monster for a very long time.

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