For Mrs. Moffitt 7th period
Listen I will tell you how it happened. You will see, you will hear how healthy my mind is. There was no reason for what I did, I didn't hate the old man ,I loved him dearly. But I think it was his eye , he had an eye of a vulture. when he would look at me a cold feeling went up and down my back
Every night for about a week I would put my hand then my head in the door if it was opened wide enough. And I would stand there silently. Then ,I would life the cloth a little ,so that just a bit of the light would fall apon the old mans eye. And every morning I would go up to his room then with a warm and friendly ask him how he slept. But he didn't know that every night I would watch him sleep
Then the 8th night I knew that it was time and I felt stronger that when I was sure I would be successful. the old man was lying in his bed then he suddenly moved. the room was filled with darkness. And I knew that he could not see me opening the door.then sat up and said "who's there?" I didn't move for a hour and I didn't see him lay back down. Then I heard a low cry coming from the old man.
Yes I killed him but why is it still beating?
The had come I rushed in crying out "Die ,Die." The old man give out a loud cry of fear and held the covers over his head tightly. His heart was still beating and few minutes later his heart was stilling beating. But, then his heart stopped, The old man was finally dead. I was so happy that he was dead. Dead as a stone.
I maded sure I was careful to hide the body where no one could find it. I cut off his head first then his arms and legs, I made sure not to drop blood on the floor. Then I pulled three board from the floor and put his body parts there. When I got done doing that someone knocked on the door. It was the police supposedly the neighbors heard screaming coming from the house.
I told them that the owner went to visit a friends and I was asked to check up on things and I lead them through the whole house. I easily made them believe my story. When we sat down to talk I started to hear a strange sound. As I talked more, the sound grew louder and louder then it became clear it was in my head. I could not take it any longer I pointed at the boards and yelled out,"Yes, Yes I killed him look under the board and you'll see. But why is his heart still beating? Why does it not stop?"
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