The man did nothing to me. It was his eye. It was no ordinary eye, it was different. I disliked it. In fact, I hated it.
Its nothing but the wood in a chimney.
He lived in an older house. He lived alone, but I was there with him most of the time.
First night- I opened the door slowly and came in. The man was asleep. I shined the light at his eye but it was closed. That night it was just unfortunate.
Couple nights go by- It was the eighth night. I haven't had success the previous nights. As always, I turn the handle and enter the room. I enter with a chuckle that had awakened the man. I try and stand still, but I was sure that he couldn't see me in the pitch black room. I held the lantern but he stood quiet and still until a groan was heard.
When I saw the vulture eye, I just couldn't handle it. I heard the mans heart beat slowly dying off. His eye would no longer bother me. I raised the planks of the floor and carefully placed his body between the scantings.
Once the labors were completed, the bell rang. There were officers. I welcomed them inside and invited them for a seat. I sat on the floorboards that had the body underneath. Something was different about the floorboards. His heart was still beating. I was freaking out. I didn't know what to do.