The man never hated the old man, he even loved him. but one thing that struck insanity inside his mind. The eye.
The eye, pale blue with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon him it made his blood run cold
So, them young man watched the old man every night for a week. Even planned to kill him, but every night the eye was closed. So he couldn't do the deed.
The eighth night was different. The young man was just as cautious, but the man awoke the sleeping man and his thumb slipped upon tin fastening the lantern. The man was scared and let out a slight groan.