The Scream In The Night

the witness point of view




It was late at night; I was reading “Sherlock Holmes and the Voice of the Crypt”. I was falling asleep; almost ready to close my eyes and enter the magical world of dreams. Suddenly, the gruesome scream of my next door neighbor electrified me in many ways. What happened? Was it a murderer? Was it a cry of a cat? Would it come after me? So many questions flying across my head. But the main one that caught my attention was; is he alright? I surmise that it was just a heart attack, but the sound was so real; I wasn’t sure if I was right.



I made a cursory search for my black coat and made my way out of the door ; at about 3 a clock at night, alone, clad in a my favorite coat, running to corroborate the scream. I tip toed gingerly towards the old man’s house like a black knight. the room was so dark I could'int derive what I was seeing, I chould only see  gruesome shadow standing next to the showdow was a man in the bed, sleeping with a dark pillow on top of him, he had succumbed. I ran as fast as I could to the nearest police station, leaving tears everywhere as I ran.

When I got there, I was completely dehydrated, I could feel the abrasion on my throat from breathing hard. I told the story to the police man, and I could see they were trying to corroborate it. I talked, almost out of breath; I told them that I had derived who the mysterious shadow was-- my psycho friend who would always stare at the old man’s eye, and grimace as if he wanted to take it away, he stared at the eye like he was a mad man. It was four o'clock at night, I made an endeavor attemped to build up courage, but I finally magaed to show them the house. I hid myself  close to the window, so I could see what was going on. I was confused, they were talking! he had brought chairs and everything and they were having a nice little chat.I chouldint belive it, they were having fun while I stand here, scared to death, dehydrated  to know what will happen next. But then I realized something, we was getting pale. VERY pale. he started to talk faster, looking down at every word. Then it happend. He lifted his chair and strugled to take out one of the planks. I fell down when I heard, "Villans!", "dissemble no more!" I admit the deed! here, here, it is the beating of this hideous heart!" And then I knew. I knew I was right