Beowulf: A Short Story
For the sake of anonymity I'll keep some names private, and call myself Beowulf. My story happened around two years ago, I was 26 years old when my family and I had noticed that my grandmother was starting to forget our names, couldn't recall certain events, and at times seemed in a daze and lost from her state of mind, completely forgetting where she was in that moment. This was followed by her stumbling around the house and falling a few times. One time it got to the point where she fell down and finally broke something, so we had to bring her to the hospital. After a diagnostic test it was determined that my grandmother was suffering from Alzheimer disease, which was perfectly understandable as it had run through my family over
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My thoughts had been interrupted as I heard the knock repeated, this time more prominent than the first, along with a man shouting "Police, open up!"
I was immediately shot out of my daze, and slowly approached the front door with hand raised for the knob, but froze in place. The possibility of this guy just being an accomplice ran through my mind. Maybe he was just helping his buddy lure me out so they could break in, or worse. I let my hand rest at my side, and instead went for the small peep hole in the center of the door. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I saw that it was a police officer wearing the designated uniform. Quickly, without wasting another second I clasped the door handle and turned it open.
"What is the problem officer?" I nervously asked.
"Please step outside sir, we have a few questions to ask you," said the officer in a serious tone.
Still slightly unsure if I can trust the authenticity of his uniform, I ask "Excuse me, but can I see your badge …show more content…
I slipped my hand inside my pocket to pull out my phone. The light reflecting off of the screen helped me to see better, and I immediately dialed 911.
"911, what is your emergency?" I heard the operator say, causing a few involuntary tears to bleed from my eyes. Hearing her voice was almost saint-like.
Through rapid breathing and trying my best to keep quiet I say "Th-There is a stranger inside my house and he has a butcher's knife"
"What's the address of your emergency, sir?"
As I started relaying the information to the dispatcher, I peered back over to the door and saw that the square of light had returned to the frame. "He left?" I mentally question myself, but then it dawned on me.
"Grandma..." I breathed out.
"Excuse me, sir? We need your address" repeated the lady.
I dropped the phone and scrambled from my sitting position to switch on the light, searching frantically for the nearest thing, and to my dismay all I could see were clothes. I huffed out an aggravated sigh, and quickly unlocked the
My thoughts had been interrupted as I heard the knock repeated, this time more prominent than the first, along with a man shouting "Police, open up!"
I was immediately shot out of my daze, and slowly approached the front door with hand raised for the knob, but froze in place. The possibility of this guy just being an accomplice ran through my mind. Maybe he was just helping his buddy lure me out so they could break in, or worse. I let my hand rest at my side, and instead went for the small peep hole in the center of the door. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I saw that it was a police officer wearing the designated uniform. Quickly, without wasting another second I clasped the door handle and turned it open.
"What is the problem officer?" I nervously asked.
"Please step outside sir, we have a few questions to ask you," said the officer in a serious tone.
Still slightly unsure if I can trust the authenticity of his uniform, I ask "Excuse me, but can I see your badge …show more content…
I slipped my hand inside my pocket to pull out my phone. The light reflecting off of the screen helped me to see better, and I immediately dialed 911.
"911, what is your emergency?" I heard the operator say, causing a few involuntary tears to bleed from my eyes. Hearing her voice was almost saint-like.
Through rapid breathing and trying my best to keep quiet I say "Th-There is a stranger inside my house and he has a butcher's knife"
"What's the address of your emergency, sir?"
As I started relaying the information to the dispatcher, I peered back over to the door and saw that the square of light had returned to the frame. "He left?" I mentally question myself, but then it dawned on me.
"Grandma..." I breathed out.
"Excuse me, sir? We need your address" repeated the lady.
I dropped the phone and scrambled from my sitting position to switch on the light, searching frantically for the nearest thing, and to my dismay all I could see were clothes. I huffed out an aggravated sigh, and quickly unlocked the