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I did not hate the old man; I even loved him. He had never hurt me. I did not want his money. I think it was his eye, his eye was like the eye of a vulture.
I watched him for seven nights straight, and every midnight I slowly opened his door, and once the door was opened wide enough I put my hand in, and then put my head in. And in my hand I held a light covered over with a cloth so that no light showed..
On the eighth day, when I was opening the door the cloth slipped out of my hands and the light shone bright. The old man then woke up, he was terrified.
The old man yelled "Who's there?!" The old man was so scared, he did not want to go back to bed. So I stood there, for a whole hour I did not move.
Then I heard the old man cry, so I knew he was there. The old man could not see me, or hear me, but he could feel that I was there. I started lifting the cloth once again, the light of the lantern hit the man's eye.
I just couldn't stand it anymore, I couldn't stand the EYE. I could hear his heart beating so fast, it was loud and clear. So I took this chance to grab his pillow and suffocate him. He yelled, but I kept going, and I did it until I couldn't hear his heart beating.
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