Eye Witness Account

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Eye-Witness Account of the Scene from Tell the Tale Heart. I, Officer James, am writing this eyewitness report for the murder of Michael, Billy and myself at 4817 Poe St. At this particular moment I am at the station and it is currently 10 AM, the day after the brutal, cold blooded murder. However, earlier today at approximately 3:45 AM I was at my desk. It was a slow night. I was eating a day old doughnut. I remember it was a vanilla icing glazed donut with rainbow sprinkles, which I had reheated. The taste of the warm, soggy doughnut between my teeth led to a pop of sugar in my mouth. This is when Bill’s desk phone rang. It left us startled, as it had been a slow night. I got a feeling in my gut, a feeling I didn't usually get. I jumped to …show more content…
“Hello, Yes. I'm calling from 4817 Poe St. and I'm worried about my neighbor. I heard a strange shriek, a cry for help almost! And I wanted to make sure he's okay,” said the lady on the other end of the line. “Of course Ma'am, we will look right into it. Is there any further information you can provide us? I questioned the question. “Yes, the man who screamed is a very nice old man, he lives with this man who's rumored to have gone mad! ” she exclaimed. How fast can you guys check it out? I heard the scream a little while ago and now its dead silent. I am getting really worried,” she worriedly stated. The lady on the phone was whispering, it felt as if she was paranoid, but she sounded panicked. “Yes, 3 officers, including myself, are heading down there in a couple of minutes tops,” I said and hung up right after. “Micheal, where's Billy?” I asked “Billy’s gone to the loo I think,” Micheal said. “We've gotten a distress report from a neighbor and we've got to go check it out,” I said in a serious tone. “Yeah, let's go check it out,” Michael replied. “But James, why do you have that look on your face? What's going on in that mind?” He said with a concerned …show more content…
We would like to ask him some questions too and we would like to search the house,” I said while looking in from the door, trying to spot the old man. “Yes, come in, you can search the house, but you won't find the old man, he is away visiting a friend in the country,” he said calmly while inviting us in. “We walked in, “The neighbors told us about his cry so we have strong reason to believe he is in this house.” “Well I don't know what to tell you officer he isn't here, and the cry you talk about, was my own,” said the man calmly. Billy, Micheal and I walked all throughout the house room by room, we were observing every nook and corner making sure we would not miss anything. Nothing looked suspicious, but I still had that feeling in my gut. He took us into the old man's bedroom, and asked us to sit down. I felt in my gut that this was part of some charade, I was paranoid but after all I was a police officer, it was my job to be paranoid. We sat around making small talk and Michael and Billy were believing him but also had faith in him so they waited it out. Very abruptly, the man started talking faster and faster then louder and