As the trio of officers tore at the planks, they soon became acutely aware that more than just three lone people were working to get the body out- there was a fourth force, and this force was coming from the undersurface of the floor, where only the supposed corpse lay.
When they should have been seeing simply a hodge podge of gruesome pieces of an elderly man, they instead saw something far worse. They saw the stuff of nightmares as a zombie of sorts comprised of the shredded pieces jumped out at the men and quickly snapped their necks and threw them to the side- for they weren't his intended audience. But the dead-undead man did not have such a simple fate in mind for his would-be killer. Me.
This repulsive creation of Satan had such incredible strength that I quickly came to the realization that it could come only from Satan himself. Though all had thought that I was just yet another demented, psychotic lunatic, I was not. I had been flawlessly free of error in my perception of this villainous force, this pure evil. He had truly possessed an evil eye, and my hearing was indeed being finely honed by my simple physical proximity to this supernatural dark angel residing within this old man. But of course I had had no previous inkling of the extent of this horror. For who could ever have imagined the extent of this unholy abomination?
My panicky reflections were quickly and abrulptly cut short to an end as the monster leapt atop me. He opened his mouth, (I presumed to scream), but instead fire was all that resulted from the facial void. I suddenly realized that all traces of the old man were gone- vanished, wiped out, never again to be. This was all demonic, corrupt forces simply controlling the empty shell of what was formerly human. What had I done?
I was instantly set ablaze by this emanation of flame in a fit of lethal torture. As I lay growing closer and closer to a merciful relief of death, the hell hound from places unknown stood, and strode into the night to begin his reign of torture, terror, and death. As I began to pass into the mysterious afterlife or whatever it was that indeed waited for us on the other side, I felt immense, never-ending, soul-consuming regret for what I had set in motion through my comparatively innocent attempted slaying, for now the blame of the apparent fate of the entire world rested upon my shoulders.
And as I lay there sobbing grief-laden tears, I could already hear the screams and chaos surrounding me, caused by me, all around me.
And in that instant, the last of the life forces drained from my body.
I died.