PREMARITAL SEX

THE TRUTH SEEKS ITSELF On a late stormy night, raindrops falling hard, thunders crashing. I shrieked as the phone rings loudly breaking the silence that night *riiing*riiing*riiing*. The speaker was speaking hastily and worried as she was telling me she heard a loud shriek on the next house. “E-ex-excuse me sir is this police station? I-I have complain about our neighbours house. I heard a very loud shrieked as I was about to go to bed. Please, please! Check on it” she said. “Calm down miss, I’ll check on it as the dawn broke the night” I said. As a police officer, it is my duty to keep this town safe and peaceful. I scrubbed my eyes as I was thinking what could have happened. I couldn’t sleep, it’s driving me nuts. I hope there’s nothing wrong.

I was with Henry and Kent the other two police officers in this town. We were walking down the streets, passes by some old friends, neighbours and asking questions if they really heard a shrieked on one of the house in this town. We were told, it was the Old man’s house who have complaints about a shrieked at night. As we reach the old man’s house it was dark, gloomy, lonely, and wide and most of all it looks like an abandoned mansion. It gives me creeps as we walk into the porch. ”Do the knocking Gabe” Henry said. I knock at the door thrice, but then no one answered us. One of my companions also a police officer, Kent continues the knocking on the door. There came a man, he opened it with a light heart. The man was speaking to us kindly, gently and politely. We introduced ourselves with a perfect suavity as the officers of the police. “Good Morning Sir, we have complaints about a shrieked at night in this house. We came here to investigate the complaints, and we had been deputed to search the premises. Would you invite us in?” I said. “Yes! Yes of course you may come in I can take you all over the house.” The man said. As we walk into the house Henry broke the silence between us four by asking some questions to the man. “Is the Old man here Sir?” Henry asked. “The old man was absent in country.” he response. He took us all over the house, he let us search. He let us search well. The house is dark and gloomy like no one has ever lived there. For me it looks like a haunted house it was dusty and old. He led us to the length of the old man’s chamber. He showed us the treasure of the old man. We can notice that nothing is wrong and all things in place, in order and undisturbed. He bought us chairs into the room and offer us some rest from our fatigues in searching the house. The man also seated with us, chatted with us some familiar things. Not so long, I can sense he is acting differently, his acting weird. What is he doing? He is acting strange! He’s talking fast but fluently and with a heightened voice. He might thought we haven’t notice but we still chatted normally and steady. But then he talked more quickly and now more vehemently. He grew furious while he speaks and we don’t know why. He gasping for breath, still we wouldn’t leave. We need to know why his acting this way. A while ago he was all so normal and a kind man, but now he is completely the opposite. We are suspicious. Now, he is dragging the chair back and forth, back and forth this has completely gone mad! Now he grew very pale and sweating hard. This is no normal thing! His actions grew weirder! And then in just a second he shouts! “Villains!’ he shrieked, ‘dissemble no more! I admit the deed! - tear up the planks! Here, here! - it is the beating of his hideous heart!” we shocked in terror and in grief. How could a man do this to an Old man? As the old man admit the deed, we go on action to cuff the man. But before we’ll put him in the jail we need to investigate the murder and ask him some questions.

He hides the body of the old man, three planks from the flooring of the chamber. “A wise man, dismembered the corpse in a tub is an excellent idea!” I said. “Yeah, so that no one can ever notice the blood splattered across the walls, floor, or on some other things” Kent response. We had finished our obligations on investigating the murder, and yes we had concluded that the man is responsible for the death of the old man. We could have never thought that he, a very kind man would so such a thing killing the man for no reason. Now, we have come to the point where we will ask him some few questions. He was sitting on a chair hands cuffed and his hands situated on the table. “Why would you kill the old man?” “What did he do to you for you to kill him?” I asked. “I never hated the old man, for his treasures I had no desire. He had never wronged me. I loved the old man. I think it was his eye!!” he response. “That is ridiculous! You’re a one mad man!” Henry replied. “I am not mad! How can a mad person do this such a thing?! I am not mad! My sense of hearing acute! I heard all things in heaven and in hell!” the man replied. “He had the eye of a vulture!” he shouts. “Stop let’s do this the other time bring him back to his cellar” I said. “I kept on hearing his beating heart! His hideous heart!” he shouts again. I didn’t think it was the heart of the old man. The old man is completely dead. I think it was his own heart he was hearing his own heart, he feared for us to know. I can’t see any resemblance for he is a madman; he wore nice clothes talk normal when we first met him. But his reasons for killing the Old man are insane. No one would kill a person for no reason! Yes! I think he is a madman! A madman would always deny he is not mad for they don’t know what they’re doing anymore.

I walk home and my boy and wife is having dinner. After dinner I really want to talked to my wife about what happened, she is the only one I would listen to and I know always know what is right. “Babe, do you think the man is a madman?” I asked. “Yes, I really think he is a madman. Who would kill someone innocent for Christ sake?” she replied. “Yeah, I guess so” I response. The man doesn’t belong in the cellar! He belongs in the mental hospital. He is a madman. I talked to Henry and Kent about the man, the agreed with me. Before we transfer the madman we asked him another few questions. “Why do you have to kill the Old man?! You killed an innocent one!” I said. I was angry and I can’t continue the conversation! No one should die for his cost. So we didn’t waste time and transferred the madman on the mental. If he stays in jail he will cause more trouble than he is already in. The Old man deserves justice, the old man is innocent he died without causing trouble in other people’s lives. No one should kill an innocent. It bothers me every night and giving me creeps to think that the Old man didn’t receive the justice he supposed to have, I didn’t expect that the madman who talked and dresses decent is the one who will kill the old man. But wait! I think the man is PARANOID! His suffering from PARANOIA and maybe that cause him his madness?! Oh I pity the Old man, he had done nothing wrong. May he rest in peace and in God’s grace.