Worldy Wise Wednesday

The murder from the perspective of the police

The chilly night breeze woke me up around three A.M. I carried my dehydrated body towards the water fountain. The other two officers were still in their bunks fast asleep.

“We have a suspected burglary situation around 42 Westwood Road. Quickly, we must get there before any trouble occurs!” The voice was derived from our police boss. I forced my lazy body to get up from the chair and wake up the other police officers. We made an inventory of police jackets and guns just in case there was really a burglar of a murderer. It was a freezing night with the chilly wind penetrating our jackets and giving us shivers. Darkness strode all over the stables. The horses cried out as the light from our lanterns stroke them. I climbed on to the saddle and hold on tight to the reins. The next moment, we were racing fiercely through the darkness.

We knocked on the front door and a man answered gingerly.

“Hello, sir. There was a report about a suspected burglary situation here. We need you to corroborate the case,” I said. The man let us in with unexpected kindness. He looked totally confident and it seemed that there was no way that there could be any problems. We entered the creepy house with our lanterns. The house was cold and it was very dark inside. I surmised that there could’ve been a burglary situation in a house creepy like this. There were a few antique furnitures that were clad with sheets and abrasive carpets covered the floor. But other than that, there were nothing suspicious. Also, the man succumbed full cooperation and he looked completely comfortable. Therefore, we made a cursory search. The man showed us the treasures that were safe and untouched. He had told us that the old man was absent in the country. I told my other officer that there is nothing to worry about. Asking a few questions to the old man, his voice grew quicker and more vehement. His face grew pale. Suddenly, the man grimaced and shouted,

“Villains! Dissemble no more! I admit the dead! Tear up the planks! Here! Here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!” He yelled as he scurried toward the planked floor. He ripped apart the planks with a hammer and there it was, the gruesome dead body that lay inside.