Tell-Tale Heart Alberto Cuezzi Mr.Smith CP English 5-6 25 October 2018
"TRUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story."
The idea never came to me. I loved the old man he had never insulted me, I didn't want his money. I think it was his eye! He had a pale blue eye it was like a vulture eye. I made up my mind to kill the old man and get rid of the eye.
I killed the old man on the eighth day of my plan. and put him under the floor.
After I killed the old man three police officers came and then I started to hear noises. The noises began to be more vehemently; but the noises steadily increased and I grew pale.
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"