short stories

Tell Tale Heart

 a/n this is a continued version of Tell Tale Heart from Edgar Allen Poe. It has an ending that I thought would happen, some people have different idea's on how it ends. I recommend reading/listening to Tell Tale Heart first. Anyway, on with the story.

  A couple minutes ago we got a call that someone heard a shriek, so we headed over to the house. And here I am, with my partner, in the cop car. I chewed my gum nervously. This was the first time I've been out in the field, and I don't know if I should lead this or let my partner do it. "Alright," Officer Bower spoke, "you are going to do all the talking and I'm going to assess you." I felt a pit in my stomach and everything seemed to slow down.
   "A-Alright," I answered my voice quivering a little.
   Then minty taste of the gum grew in the back of my mouth as I chewed more intensely. Squish. Squish. Squish. That's all I heard as I chomped on my gum.  I just need to get out of this car and get this done already. I opened the door to the car and slammed it shut. As soon as Bower's got out I started to walk to the door.The entire side walk the lead to the door seemed like miles on end as I made my way to the porch.
   The entire way there things seemed slow, but when I arrived at the porch everything seemed to slow down even more. I lifted my foot up on the step and immediately heard a creak. The entire house looked like someplace your grandparents would live. The rocking chair in front, the small house, and even how the house is painted. More boards creaked as I got to the door. I lift my hand to the door, I could feel the sweat drip down my forehead. 'I need to do this know..For my family'
   I knock on the door swallowing the lump in my throat. A middle aged man answered. He was wearing pajamas and had very messy hair. He looked sleep deprived. 'Who is up at the crack of dawn?' I thought to myself. "Hello sir," I started, "we got reports of yelling heard over here and we came to check it out. Is it ok if we come in?"
"Yes yes, come in," he stated calmly, almost to calm. He invited us in and I left all my regrets at the door.
   The man led us to the living room and sat down with us. The couch I sat on was very comfy, it was soft. My hand slid across the couch feeling it. I can't believe a couch could be this soft. I looked up smelling the gum in the back of my mouth. The man looked at me like he was thinking about something and then smiled. He was kind of creepy. "Would you like some tea?" He asked with that eerie calmness in his voice.
   Officer Bower spoke out, "Me and my partner would like some please." The man went into the kitchen and started making the tea. 'I may have been wrong about him, he might be a very delightful person. I need to stop being so judgemental,' I thought so consumed by my thoughts that I didnt hear the man come back with the tea.
   I started to talk with him and he seemed very delightful. 'I was wrong about him,' I thought. The more we talked the more I liked him. I started wrapping things up and I noticed a change in his mood. He seemed more skiddish and superstitious. 'Its probably just the sleep deprivation,' I think as I hear him jump out of his seat. 'WHAT THE HELL!' This man must have been crazy because what he yelled out hot me really confused.
   "THErE, iT's TheRE thAT DisGustINg heArT BeATs," he yells and points to the boards under his chair, "UndEr thE BOarDs. ThE olD mAn iS thEre, hIm ANd hiS hORrId EyE." 'What was happening right now?' I go to lift up the boards and what I saw confused me so much.
   "Bowers can I talk to you?" I questioned. Bowers looked more confused than ever. I don't think he's ever dealt with something like this. "There's nothing there," I continue, " he's crazy, a loon."
   Bowers had this wave a realization hit him, "Get the cuffs we'll take him to the loony house." With that said I reached to my side to get the handcuffs, the cold metal brushing against my fingertips. While walking over to the man I pull out the cuffs.
   The man doesnt notice me as I approach him and put the hand cuffs on him. I take him by the wrists and guide him out of the house and into the car. "Dont worry sir," I say as I guide him into the backseat of the car, "everything will be fine." Bowers and I are on the way to the looney house and I cant help but get consumed by my thoughts. 'I couldn't believe that actually happened! My first time on the field and it actually went successful, I stayed calm(ish) and busted someone. Where was he writing things down? I wonder what Bowers report says? Did I get a good report? What if I got a bad report and they fire me? I cant get fired on the first day, I will be humiliated. What will my family think of me?' Before I knew it we where parked in front of the asylum. "Alright," Bowers started, "I'll take him in, you wait right here." I nodded my head in conformation as Bowers opened the door and walked out. The man in the back started laughing hysterically while Bowers pulled him out and walked into the building. I sighed in relief.
   "Thank god that's over. I hope my report was good," I spoke to myself.