I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily, how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
I loved the old man. He had never wronged me however,.He had the eye of a vulture .a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; therefore, i made the decision to kill the old man.
Every night at midnight I ever so slowly open the door to the old mans room. Very very slowly not to disturb the old mans sleep after an hour i had my head through. I did this for 8 nights.
The old man's hour had come! However, i could still hear his heartbeat. so i decided to drag him and put his body under the floor board.
It grew louder , louder, Louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! no, no! They heard! they suspected! Tear up the planks! Here, here! it is the beating of his hideous heart!"