The narrator is cosumed with hatred of the eye. "It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night."
The narrator sneaks into the old man's room to see if the eye is open so he can kill the old man. "And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it-oh so gently!
On the final night the narrator kills the old man. "He shrieked once -onced only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed on him."
The narrator cut up the old man and hid him under the flooring. "The night wanned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse."
The police get to the home and search the house and the narrator talks causally to to them. "I took my visitors all over the house".
The narrator admits to killing the old man and the police find the corpse. ""Vilains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed!_tear up the planks! here, here!-it is the beating of his hideuos heart!"