It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain but once conceivd, it haunted me day and night..I loved the old man. He had never wronged me, I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture a pale blue eyemade up my mind to take the life of the old man, with a film over it
every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it And this I did for seven long nights every night just at midnight but I found the eye always closed and so it was impossible to do the work
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door.. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stonedead
I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber,and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boardsso cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye not even his couldhave detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out nostain of any kind no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary forthat. A tub had caught all ha! ha!
we deputed to search the premises.
The man believes he hears a tickingnoise that grew louder and louder, He believes that it is coming from the old mans heart.