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I was nervous very nervous but why would you say i am mad when i can tell this story so calmly
his one eye was like a vulture, a pale blue eye when every it fell upon me my blood ran cold
every night before i killed him I would go in his room around midnight and see if his eye was open so i could take it but it was always closed
on the eighth night i was more than cautious opening the door. i was so exited i chuckled i think he herd me because he moved. you think that i drew back but i didn't when i got in i slipped on some tin fastening and the old man sprang up and cried '' who's there''
I waited for an hour then i jumped and pushed the old man off the bed and pulled the bed over top of him then i made sure he was dead. I pulled up some of the floor boards and chopped up his arms and legs and hid them in the floor and put the boards back on carefully.
the neighbor called the cops because they herd a loud scream, I told them it was my own in a bad dream I showed them the house and even led him to his room and i got them chairs, they wouldn't leave and the beating started again the got louder and louder until it was unbearable and i pulled up the planks and showed them the body
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