Worldly Wise Wednesday: The Witness Point of View

Worldly Wise Wednesday: The Witness Point of View

Running Samantha burst into the police headquarters, reporting about hearing a shriek in her neighbor’s house. She thought someone had been killed. The Chief of the police derived the information, and sent out three men to check the house, and all four of them (Samantha and the three cops) headed out. They arrived to Samantha’s house at 2:00a.m the three cops were asked her to explain the situation, and so she does…

“I was Clad with layers of sweaters that night seemed to be a cold night. I had stayed up writing part my book like I do every night, when I was electrified by a shriek. This seem to sound like the same shriek my father made when he was being killed, right before my very own eyes. I endeavored not to think about it, but I surmised that my neighbor the kind old man had been succumbed. I gingerly tip-toed over the pile of book, cloths, any other things I wasn’t planning to clean up soon, and opened the door. I started to run heading down to the police station. I ran and ran, but suddenly I felt dehydrated, but it wasn’t time to have a break. I fell a few times, giving me abrasions, because it was night time and I wasen't able to see the roots of trees, but i kept going till I finally arrived into the police station.” Explains Samantha.

“Ok we will try to corroborate your story as we visit the neighbor’s house.” Says the first officer
“We will do a cursored check around the house.” Says the second officer,
“And as soon as we are done we will send a report to our chief.” Says the last officer, and they all leave.

“I hope the old man in the house is ok.” Thinks Samantha, and walks to her room, and she looks at the clock, 4:00. It seems late, so she heads to bed, but doesn’t seem to be able to sleep; the thought of the old man dying haunted her. Hours passed, and she noticed that she couldn’t sleep; she gets off her bed, and opens a drawer with an inventory of books. She needed something to get her mind thinking about something else, and she grabs the first book she sees. She crawls into her bed, and turns on the lantern, then starts to read.

At 12 in the afternoon she heads back to the police station just to find out, that the old man had been killed. The Chief had more to say, but she didn’t seem to listen, all she did was turn and walk home with the same words rebounding in her head “the old man has been killed/murdered.”