We were at the station when it happened. That isme, Matthew Williams and my two fellow officers, Arthur Kirkland and Alfred Jones. We were enjoyingba fresh batch of Persians when we got a call from a distressed citizen. He had called sayingbthat there was some kind of screaming coming from his neighbor's, Mister Gilbert Beilischmit's, home. We rlrushed straight over...after we finished the Persians of course.
Now, Gilbert wasn't evil or anything. Nor did he have a clean record. He lived with his younger brother, Ludwig, and their cousin, Roderich. Both Ludwig and Gilbert loved to drink and when they drank, chaos was bound to follow. Especially for Gilbert. When he was sober, he was a perfectly normal guy... well, aside from the snow white hair and red eyes... There wasn't anything from the past that would've led me to think he do something-anything- like wjat he did.
So the three of us arrived at the housw. Officer Jones knocked energetically on the door until Gilbert answered. Heseemed a little too glad to see us. He happily showed us around his home. He told us that his brother was gone on businesses and Roderich and recently decided tp move out to 'further his career'. As he took us around, he greew increasingly fidgety. I started to notice how tired he seemed and that his clothed were wrinkled. They lookedlile he'd worked in them. I took all the mental notes I could about this off behavior, and when he brought out chairs and tea, I started getting suspicious. (He only brought out three chairs mind you, so I had to sit on the ground.) I told Arthur what I'd noticed and he agreed it was suspicious but we had no proof... yet.
As we sat, Gilbert talked. First about his work and recent events, but as he whent on he started making awkward conversation. He laughed at everything and started repeating himself. The three of us sat therewatching... waiting. Ready to do what we had to. Gilbert got to his feet and began pacing the room. He was still talking, but not to us. He stopped at the center of the room and started pulling up floorboards. His words are still echoing in my head, ''Here, here!-it's the beating of his hideous heart!''
Under the floor were an assortment of bloody rags loosly wraped around varipus body parts and small bottles of blood surrounding the mass. Lookong over I saw the twin experssions that my fellow offecers had pulled. Gilbert had totally brocken down and was laugbing maniacally bto himself in thebcorner. Officer Jones secured him while Kirckland and I investigateda bit.
After asking many questions and getting very few and vague answers from him we gathered that his brother was really just out on a buisiness trip and that he had no part in this. We took him to a mental stability hospital where he gained enough sence to write what he'd done and be properly punished . The last I heard of him...he'd ...uh... hung himself. Apperently he left a note saying 'I regret nothing'