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The Tell Tale Heart - Edgar Allan Poe
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- It's true! I have been very ill. But I'm not mad! I'm not crazy! I will tell you how it happened. You will see, you will hear how healthy my mind is.
- I did not hate the old man; I even loved him. He had never hurt me. I did not want his money. I think it was his eye. His eye was like the eye of a vulture, the eye of one of those terrible birds that watch and wait while an animal dies, and then fall upon the dead body and pull it to pieces to eat it. When the old man looked at me with his vulture eye a cold feeling went up and down my back; even my blood became cold. And so, I finally decided I had to kill the old man and close that eye forever!
- Every night about twelve o’clock I slowly opened his door. In my hand, I held a light. And I stood there quietly. For seven nights I did this, seven long nights, every night at midnight. Always the eye was closed, so it was impossible for me to do the work. For it was not the old man I felt I had to kill; it was the eye, his Evil Eye.
- Yes! Yes, I killed him. Pull up the boards and you shall see! I killed him. But why does his heart not stop beating?! Why does it not stop!?
- The old man was lying there not dreaming that I was at his door. Suddenly he moved in his bed, sat straight up in bed and cried, “Who’s there??!" After an hour, he felt me there. Now he knew that Death was standing there. The old man gave a loud cry of fear as I fell upon him and held the bedcovers tightly over his head. After this, he was dead. Dead as a stone! His eye would trouble me no more!
- As I finished of hiding the body, I heard that someone was at the door. Three men were at the door, three officers of the police. I asked the policemen to come in. The cry, I said, was my own, in a dream. The old man, I said, was away; he had gone to visit a friend in the country. I took them through the whole house, telling them to search it all, to search well. I led them finally into the old man’s bedroom. As if playing a game with them I asked them to sit down and talk for a while.
- My head hurt and there was a strange sound in my ears. Suddenly I knew that the sound was not in my ears, it was not just inside my head. At that moment I must have become quite white. I talked still faster and louder. And the sound, too, became louder. I stood up and walked quickly around the room. I pushed my chair across the floor to make more noise, to cover that terrible sound. But they heard the sound. I knew they heard it! I was suffering more than I could bear, from their smiles, and from that sound. So I pointed at the boards and cried.
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