The Doom We Share is canceled

Sorry but the thing is I did not like my own story, because the whole 'third person' thing I had done with it kind of sucked, but I WILL rewrite the whole thing in FIRST PERSON and hopefully it will be better. I will keep the story up, but eventually get around to replacing the chapters. Also, I just discovered that I am a very good writer in first person rather then third, therefore I will try my best but in school I have had to do a project, and a whole ton of other stuff, so not much time. But just to show you how much of a good FIRST PERSON writer I am read this first person story I made on the story A Tell-Tale Heart taking place in one of the officers Point Of View. But basically what I'm trying to say is I will make it (maybe in 9999 years, but i'll eventually make it)

ragdE nellA eoP
I was in my small office sitting on my chair looking at the large grandfather clock positioned by the wall. There were not that many, and they were rare, but our station was lucky enough to have some in a few offices and hallways in the building. It was still 7:00 according to the roman numerals. There wasn’t a lot of activity going on. Actually none at all. I was bored. Everyone was, therefore I grabbed two of my friends -that were also in their offices doing nothing- and went to a bakery to get pastries.
All the bakeries including customers were very exited for the new ‘Donut’ that was supposed to come out in four years. That’s when someone came in shouting for us. It was a guy about the age of his mid-twenties. He kept on rambling on about how next to where he lived he heard a few screams of what sounded like whoever casted the scream was scared. “Hey, ‪Rulerrulerhighfour seekerfourseeker‬‬! We have to hurry!”, said one of my partners. Yes, Rulerrulerhighfour seekerfourseeker is my full name. It used to be Scraton, but Rulerrulerhighfour seekerfourseeker was a much better fit.
That’s when me and the two other cops ran with the guy as he told us the address of the house he heard it from. From what I can tell it was only about one block away. Finally some action. Once we got there what we saw was a small house that looked like they also sold trinkets. That’s when we noticed the guy just disappeared. When we approached the house we knocked on the door.
A male with a pale face and thin structure answered the door. He had dark long curly black hair and blue eyes. He flinched a little when he saw that we were cops but he quickly gained a smile and invited us in. We talked to him about the strange occurrence, and he told us it was simply a nightmare he had about midgets stealing his candy, and it was all a misunderstanding. After having searched the whole house, he led us up a hallway and set up a few chairs for us to sit on as we all talked. The floor was made out of wood planks so it was a bit creaky.
Me and the other cops started having a funny conversation about how the name Rulerrulerhighfour seekerfourseeker was a much better name then Scraton. All the while the man sat and smiled. After about 15 minutes his face wasn’t in a smile anymore, but a more of a discomforting look. That’s when I just remembered…that he never told us his name. I was just about to turn around and ask, but that’s when I heard him shout, “Villains! Dissemble no more! I admit the deed!—tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!”

That’s when we looked at him not knowing what to say and looked at him wondering what was going on and what he was talking about and why he shrieked. Technically that was an offence, so we got up and put on our defense and asked him what he was talking about. He explained it all to us about how, he chopped the body and how the owners eye was apparently ‘evil’ by his standards. We were right about to cuff him once he said, “Haha! You’ll never catch me alive!”
We had no time to wonder why he just surrendered if he was going to run anyway, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was capturing him. He ran across the street and was surprisingly fast then he climbed some ladders and got on top of a building, and without hesitation just ran off the roof while saying a term which I have never heard of. He said ‘3Sp00ky5me’. We all stopped running then watched as he fell. Watched as he fell to the ground.
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That was two months ago. Now is now. After that we had a few cops search the entire house this time, and we were able to find the body remnants of an old man he must have lived with. It gave me chills at how the whole time we were alone with a killer and didn’t know it. After 1 week we found out that the suspect was deemed as mentally ill in some way, and also we were finally able to find out his name. It was RagdE nellA eoP.