"It is impossible to say how the idea first entered my head. There was no reason for what I did. I did not hate the old man: I even loved him. He never hurt me. I did not want his money. I think it was his eye. His eye was like the eye of a vulture."
"Only that eye, that hard blue eye, and the blood in my body became like ice."
Exposition
His eye and loudly beating heart angered me and prompted me to end his life by suffocating him with a mattress.
Every night at 12 o'clock, I slowly enter the old man's rooms for an hour. I shine a sliver of light across his eye. However it was the eye I wanted to kill not him.
Rising Action
One of the neighbor's heard the old man's cry. We've come to check it out.
"Who's there???"
On the 8 night the old man suddenly moved, and I stood there for an hour. I lifted up the cloth and the "vulture eye"greeted me back.
Rising Action
Shriek!
Climax
That cry was my own from a nightmare. The old man had gone to visit a friend out of the country.
Falling Action
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