At first the narrator loved the old man He had never wronged him. The old man had never given him insult.
Here's your food!
Thank You!
One day, the narrator was thinking all day and night haunted by what idea entered his brain. He wanted to kill the old man for his gold he had no desire, but it was his eyes! One of the old man's eyes resembled that of a vulture, a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon him, his blood ran cold.
I have to kill him, his eye is bothering me!!!
The narrator proceeded with such caution, foresight, and dissimulation. Every night, about midnight he would enter the old man's room and he would find his eyes closed, so it was impossible to do the work. He did this for 7 long nights
THIS WON'T DO!! His eyes are closed!
Upon the 8th night, the narrator was more than usually cautious in opening the door. He opened the door little by little and the room was pitch black. The old man sprang up in the bed crying out. For an hour the narrator didnt move a muscle and the old man didn't go back to bed.
WHO'S THERE?!!
The narrator held the lantern motionless. Meantime, the old man's heartbeat increased, it grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant.
DUG DUG DUG DUG DUG DUG DUG
His heartbeat is so loud. The old man’s terror must have been extreme!
The old man's hour had come. With a loud yell, he dragged the old man to the floor and pulled the heavy bed over him. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. The old man was dead, stone dead.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
SHRIEK!!!!
Now you're dead, your eyes will trouble me no more.
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