I am in a mental hospital, just for that eye! I am not mad. The old mans eye drove me crazy, it made my blood run cold. They say I am mad, but I can hear all things from heaven and hell.
I grew too tired of the eye, it was my worst fear. One night, while trying to sleep, I thought about the eye. I had decided to kill the old man. So I got out of bed, and watched him sleep. It would take me an hour to get my head through the door, and I would always find that the eye would be closed. I continued this for eight nights.
On the eight night of watching the old man sleep, I had made the slightest noise. The old man sprung up, and said, "Who's there?!". I stood and waited. I could hear his heartbeat, it was growing so loud.
I thought a neighbor would hear the heartbeat, because it was so loud. I knew what I had to do. I threw the bed over him, and the old man yelled. I waited for his heartbeat to stop. Once he died, I felt the relief. The evil eye was finally gone. The heartbeat had finally stopped.
I took the body into the bathtub, and I chopped the body into pieces so that the bathtub could contain all of the blood. Then, I took the body into the bedroom, and placed it under the floorboards. After this, I heard the doorbell ring, and I rushed downstairs to answer.
The police were there. They got a call. I told them it was just me, I had shouted in a dream, and that the old man was absent. The police searched, and I led them into the chamber. After talking for a while, noise arose in the room. It grew louder, and louder, and louder. It hurt. I tried my best to stop it by yelling in conversation with the police, but they couldn't hear it. I couldn't. I threw open the boards, and admitted the deed. I had killed the old man!!!