Pubblicato più di un anno fa
by Sofia (4aF)
That night someone called the police station saying that he had heard a shriek. This terrible shriek had come from the house of an old man. My two colleague and me went to the address the man gave us.
When we arrived, it was four o’clock, we knocked at the door. A man came to open the door, but he wasn’t very old, he must have been forty years old. We explained to him that the neighbour had called us and he was very alarmed, so we decided to search the premises. The man who opened the door, instead, was very quiet and very kind, he showed us the whole house. He told us that the old man was in the country and probably that shriek was made by him in a dream.
The man who opened the door was very quiet and very kind, he showed us the whole house. He told us that the old man was in the country and probably that shriek was made by him in a dream
We didn’t find anything, the man didn’t seem a killer, so we sat chatted of trifles with him. But something was wrong in the man, he started to become more and more nervous, he spoke more quickly and he gesticulated. We didn’t understand his behaviour, he started also to foam and rave.
At a certain point, he cried to us that we didn’t have to dissemble anymore and that we could tear up the planks of the floor. Under the floor there was the corpse of the old man cut in many pieces: the head, the arms and the legs.
When we asked him why he had killed the poor old man ha said that he couldn’t tolerate his pale blue eye. What a mad killer, what a terrible night!
