The point of view of Third Person

The police officer knocked on the door. He drags himself to the front and whips the door open plastering on a smile.

“Come in!” he says, they stride in with confidence and stand on the corner of the red carpet.

“We got a noise complaint,” the short police man says in his “Neighbors said somethin’ about some yellin’”

The man happily nods and starts rambling about the history about the building and all it’s pros. The nice neighborhood, the reasonable taxes, the lovely help.

He goes around the entire first floor, explaining everything in detail. The tour of the second floor begins right after. Still acting as normal as possible.

Finally takes them up the old man’s room and pulls them each a chair. He offers them a drink and they start chatting about their day.

Rambling on about the wife and kids while ignoring the mans sudden erratic behaviour. His shifty eyes bounce around the room, his shaky hands placed on his lap, his shallow breaths.

Suddenly, he stands and yells, “Villain!”, the police are caught off guard, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed!- tear up the planks! Here, here!- it is the beating of his hideous heart!”