for mrs cochran
True! Nervous very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night.I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture a pale blue eye. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold.I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head. then I thrust in my head! I moved it slowly,very slowly so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep.
The old man's hour had come!In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse.
But anything was better than this agony! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now louder! louder! louder! louder! Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! tear up the planks! here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!"
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