It was 3:30 in the morning when I was awoken from my peaceful rest. The sky was still as black as coal and not a single soul was outside except for me and my two colleagues. Bizarre it is to be woken up at this hour of the morning, but even more bizarre is what would soon happen. Being a new officer, I was ignorant of what all the madmen and psychos could do. When I left my house all I had to comfort me was a kiss from my wife and a warm jacket on my back.
Even earlier this morning a report was sent in and a suspicion of foul play was aroused. It was probably just someone with a nightmare, but we had to search the premises anyway for if we didn't how could we call ourselves officers of the law. When we arrived at the scene of the crime the house was very old. It looked like a 19th century Victorian house with broken windows, peeling paint, an old iron gate that creaks, and much more. If someone were to ask I would say no one lived there and was about to ask if we had the wrong address when nobody was beside me. Long and Piper (two very adept officers) just strolled right up to the door and knocked. An young man answered the door and greeted us with a blissful smile and a jolly voice.
We greeted him with a hello and stated our business. He obliged and told us it was his own scream in the night for he had a nightmare. We still searched his entire house and he told us the old man who lived with him was out in the country. He brought us chairs and we sat and asked him questions which he answered cheerily. After awhile we just talked and he started to turn pale and pace around. Then he shrieked, "Villains dissemble no more! I admit the deed!—tear up the planks! here, here!—It is the beating of his hideous heart!"
There was an awkward silence and everybody looking at the young man. Then we got up and looked under the floorboards and there was an dreadful sight a man with his head, legs, and arms chopped off. We had enough evidence to put this man in prison for years. So we tried to get him and he obliged willingly. When he was put in trial he admitted to killing him, but he did it for the strangest reason he said it was his eye. The pale blue eye hunted him and he had to get rid of it.