It was a cold dark night. I was slowly starting to dream .I was tucked in my bed to prevent abrasion of such a cold night .Until I herd a squeak coming from outside.
I did not think strange noises could be herd in such a quiet place. As I opened the window of my bedroom I saw a man , clad in dark clothes running out the front door of my next door neighbor's house . I was not so aware of what was happening but I knew something wasn't right.
My throat was dry I was Dehydrated from the stress and I didn't know how to react so I quickly dialed with cursory the polices phone .
The Police came, but it was already to late, My next door neighbor had been killed.
The police men had told me that I had reacted well to the situation, and to be gingerly cautious at that
time.
The police also had told me that the old man's inventory had not been touched, his death must have been surely for personal reasons , they thought. The police were dealing with a homicide that made you grimace in fear and distrust of your neighbors.
Hours passed the people living by were frighted and the news came.
The killer had been found and had to succumb that he was the killer because he said the eye was still looking at him ... what ever that means.
The people that were blamed and surmised of doing the crime were set free.
Today I had to stimulate being a police, because I wanted this killer found and brought to justice and I will never forget of that gruesome sound in witch my neighbor made that night and still electrifies me when I go to sleep.
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