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True! nervous-very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say i'm mad? Observe how healthily- how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never insulted me. I think it was his eye. Yes, it was! One of his eyes resembled the eye of vulture. I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
Every night for 7 days, I would sneak into the old mans room after midnight and would shine a lantern upon the old mans vulture eye. I found the eye always closed. Upon the eighth night, I thought he heard me, he suddenly moved in his bed and opened his eyes.
With a loud yell, i threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once and once only.
I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. The deed was done. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. His eye would trouble me no more.
I first cut the head, legs and arms off of the corpse. I than took up tree planks from the flooring of his chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I replaced the flooring ever so carefully, no human eye not even his could detect anything wrong. It was four o'clock, there came a knocking to the door. For what had I now to fear?
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