And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it — oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out,and then I thrust in my head.
I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture — a pale blue eye, with a film over it. I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly- not even a human eye would notice whats wrong.