I am not mad I swear ah yes the man, the old man, I had nothing against him, nothing at all really, I didn't want his riches or land, I wasn't hired to do something, now I remember, it was that eye that vulture like eye that drove me to kill him
That scream was mine
Ahh I see
If you are still convinced I'm mad, you belive otherwise when you hear of the amazing precaution and intelligence I used to remove him and not be tracked by anybody, every night before He slept, I opened the door so slightly that he would never hear the difference
I would Never Take his stuff
It wasn't that, every night I slightly stepped down a plank so that when needed I could open it, finnaly I was entering the room when it happened, the man saw me! I panicked ok I rushed at him and smothered him with a pillow , as he gave out a final scream, the deed was done, the eye would bother me no more, I buried him under the planks and let out a breath of relief , when I hear the doorbell ring
It was the police, but I did not panick for I knew my plan was foolproof, a neighbor had reported a scream in the night, blasted I forgot, no matter , I invited that in and told them the scream , in fact, had been my own in a terrible dream
I lead them inside, saying the man had been out of town , and showed them all his riches and valuables , in the same positions he left them untouched, I then Invited them to my room to chat and have a glass of tea.
But then It happened, as they were talking I head the old mans heart beat, they could hear it to, they were sitting their torturing me, I tried to tell myself it was nothing but it wasn't, I pulled up the floor boards and confessed "I did the crime"