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I am terribly nervous. However, I am not crazy. My sense of hearing was spectacular. I heard things in the real world and in the after life. I loved the old man. He had never harmed me. what annoyed me was his eye. It looked like that of a vulture. I decided to kill him.
Every night for a week, I would come into his room around midnight. I would peer my head in and try to get a glimpse at the eye, however it was always closed.
On the eighth night, I once again came into his room. He must have heard the door close behind me, because he stat up in his bed out of curiosity. I knew that I couldn't move. And for an hour, I did not move. I finally stepped all the way into the room and finished the job.
I chopped up all the limbs and buried them in the wooden planks so that they could not be found. Do you still think I am crazy? If I was crazy, would I have done this in such a smart way?
Later that night, police officer came to the door. They said that someone heard a shriek in the night and was worried. I explained that it was me in a dream. When they came in for further questioning, I did not act guilty at all. In fact I was very friendly. We chatted for a while, but after a few hours, I wanted them out of here.
I began to hear the beating of the old man's heart, and at first I thought I was the only one who heard it. The police officers kept talking and laughing, and I now realized something. They heard it. They were mocking me. I couldn't take it anymore.I screamed, "It was me! I confess! Tear up the planks!"
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