There once was an old man that stayed with the narrator until the narrator had grief in him because of the old man's eye.
The eye was “a pale blue eye, with a film over” the agony of the narrator had, go crazy and come up with a plan.
The man's plan was to, “take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.” So he was going to wait a week and be nice to him so that there was no suspicion going on.
The the narrator finally started to kill him, he wanted to make sure he was dead so he placed his hand oh his heart and, "upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. " The he said, "His eye will trouble me no more."
Then, he “took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scant-lings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected anything wrong. “
The narrator could not keep it in that he killed the old man, he said, " My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears." The police were still there and they kept talking and talking and he said, " I admit the deed."
"A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night