I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this!
How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily - how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the mean time I hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in his bed listening; - just as I had done, night after night, hearkening to the death watched in the wall.
The old mans hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once- once only.
The shriek was my own in a dream.
We got a noise complaint of a shriek from the neighbors.
I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all continuously increased.