The Tell-Tale Heart - Nancy Patino 4th Hour
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There he was, taunting me with that grisliness he called an eye. The old man had an eye of a vulture. Every time I saw that man, I got an eery feeling. As if, I was being starred down at.
So, I decided that I would make sure that his evil eye would never open again. It was a brilliant plan.
Every night for eight days, I watched him sleep, waiting for his vulture eye to be open. For I did not want to kill him, but his eye.
Finally, on the eighth night, I saw it. His vulture eye wide open, mocking me. With a sudden urge of anger, I bolted to him, suffocating him until I heard his final cry.
Quickly, I hid the body below the floor boards. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door, police were at the door. Someone must of heard the old man's cry. I opened the door, inviting them in.
I was acting natural until I heard a ticking sound growing louder and louder. It's the old man. He's coming back to haunt me. I couldn't take it anymore, so I told the cops about the murder. I had to.
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