Suspects Point of View

It was dark, really dark; it was my first night, the first night of many long ones.

I opened the door and walked into the house gingerly just like a mice walking on the wooden floor.

I looked at the man everyday at midnight for 7 days only because his eye wasn’t open.

My waiting wasn’t done in a cursory way, instead I did it the caution less I could but even if I was the quietest thing on earth I still woke the old man up, I could surmise he woke up with a grimace on his face.

After an hour or more of waiting in the perfect floor without abrasions, finally I decided to continue, I got into the room the fastest I could so it wouldn’t be late by the time I was done.

My endeavor was to kill the old man and I did it, I didn’t do it because of the inventory of gold I did it because of his eye. When I thought everything was over the cops came, since the neighbors heard a squeak they corroborate and decided to call the cops who thought there was something worn at the house.

I tried to simulate as if everything was ok, once at the old man’s room, the gruesome sound of his beating heart made me nervous, the cops knew they knew I had killed him or at least that’s what I thought. Clad on sweat I succumbed told the cops the true, the true of everything, this electrified the cops but now it was over, everything was over.