It all started when I found out about my disease... I heard all things in heaven on earth and in hell... I will tell you my story slowly and calmly.
I made up my mind to kill the old man. For his eye! Oh that terrible eye how it haunted me it was an eye of a vulture. The week I decided is the week I have been the most nicest to the old man so he would not suspect a thing. Always at midnight that I would look upon the old man with caution.
I would do it so cautiosly it would nearly take a whole hour before I could see the old man on his bed through the door. I did this every night to the old man for a week until he would wake. And one night he did...
I slammed the door open and the old man shrieked only once. He only had time for one until I slammed the bed over the old man to find that he was gone for good. I could hear his heart slowly going to a stop then pulled the bed off the old man with the vulture eye.
I took the wise precautions of dissembling the corpse in the wash room to leave no trace not even one drop of blood. And I hid the old man under the boards where he first layed dead and all evidence was gone.
I get a knock on the door from you guys with such confidence I led you to the room of the death and sat you right where the body parts lay underneath the boards. Then I started to hear the old mans heart beat faster and faster. I tried to not let you hear by making extra noises and distractions. Until I could not take it. And I admitted it all of it. To you officers.