People think I'm mad but I'm not. I can tell you the story calmly.
I don't know how the idea formed, but when it did it was all I thought about. I truly loved the old man, it was the eye of the old man so similar to those of a vulture. Every time I looked at it, my blood turned cold.
Every night around mid night I would open the latch of his room and look at his eyes, but they were always closed.
Some people would have called me mad but you should have seen with what simulation I went to work.
"Who is there" he cried out.
One night I entered his room, but I had made a noise, he woke up. You would have tought I went back, I didn't.
To hide the body, I cut it to piecies and hid the body under the floor board.
The old man's time was hear. I threw a blanket over him and strangled him. He was dead and his eye would no longer bother me.
"Boom, boom" it came from the old man's heart. A new anxiety seized me, the sound would be heard by the neighbors.
I guess the neighbors heard something from the house and informed the police.
"I'll admit it, I killed the old man, it was his eye, stop making a mockery of me!"
I wasn't worried when the police entered the home, but then my anxiety started to grow, it's like I heard the beating of the old man's heart.