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  • You may think I'm crazy! My disease made me better, not worse. I can hear things no one else can, from Heaven and Hell. I'll prove I'm not crazy by showing you how calmly I can tell you this story.
  • I don't know how I got the idea, but it haunted me all the time. I didn't want anything of the old man, and he never did anything wrong. It must have been his eye! A vulture eye, with a pale-blue film. Whenever he looked at me, it scared me. So I decided to kill him; get rid of the eye forever. You may think I;m mad, but madmen wouldn't With caution I began. The days leading up to his death, I had never been kinder to the man. Every midnight, I, ever so gently, open the door.
  • On the eighth night, my hand slipped on the door, and he woke up. For more than an hour, I stood waiting for him to settle down. When he didn't, I slowly opened the door. When my lantern light passed the door, it lit up his eye and his heart began to beat loudly and I sensed his terror. Then I struck. I tipped the bed onto him and his heart beat slowly began to falter. Then it stopped. He was dead.
  • I took his body and, over a tub, I began to cut off his arms and legs and head. So not a trace could be found. I then pried up the floor boards and put his dismembered corpse underneath the floor. And then someone knocked on the door.
  • At the door were police officers. They claimed that the neighbors heard a shriek and that they were called. I responded with telling them them that it was me waking up from a dream, for what had I to fear. The body was too well hidden. I invited them in to search the premises and I gave them chairs to rest. We all sat in the old man's chamber. I even sat on top of the old man. as we talked, I began to hear a beating noise
  • They wouldn't leave! The beating sound was like that of the old man's heart. They wouldn't leave and the sound only grew louder. The cops had to have heard the noise. They must have been mocking me. It was too much and I confessed that the sound was coming from beneath the floorboards. I screamed "it's the beating of he old man's hideous heart."
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