The police turned against me for reporting an incident

It was one of the most disappointing and scary nights of my life in the name of reporting an incident to the police. It was at 10:30 pm on a weekday, I was sitting in the living room watching television at the comfort of my home after a long day of work. Suddenly I heard men shouting, I reduced the volume of the telly in order to pay more attention to the words that echoed in the quire of the night. "Mwizi, Mwizi".

Out of curiosity I pipped through the window, sadly I couldn't see a thing but still could here men's voices at a distance. I then chose to walk out of the house slowly and very carefully with some little anxiety of getting to know what was happening. I carefully traced the direction of the noise that now turned to be a commotion of some sought.