I grabbed the old man and pushed him under the mattress. He started to scream and cry for help. I held him down there until all I heard was the beating of the old and used up heart. The sound stopped and I was finally at peace.
I took the body from the old man's room and brought him to the bathroom. I needed to cut up the body to fit all of him into the floorboards.
Oh, sorry. That was just me having a nightmare. I have quite a lot of those nowadays.
Sure. Go ahead.
Could we still inspect the house?
As I cut off his limbs, the tub had caught all of the blood. I am so genius for thinking of that. No madmen would've thought of that. Right as I finished throwing all the body parts into the floor boards, I heard a knocking at my front door.
There were three police officers at the door. I answered calmly and cheerfully. Apparently a neighbor of mine had complained about the noise and was concerned about what was happening at this house. As if it was their business.
We all sat in the old man's room and talked about random things. I started to hear a beating sound coming from the floor. I thought it was all in my head but it began to grow louder and louder. I thought that the police officers had to hear it but were ignoring it..
It became to much for me that I decided to turn myself in. It seemed as thought the officers were making fun of me so I showed them where I hid the body. That's how I went to jail for murdering an old man.