The theme of ¨The tell-Tale Heart¨, a gothic fiction story by Edgar Allan Poe. The theme of the story is not to commit a crime because your guilty conscience may cause you to confess. The reason why I think this is because there's a lot of evidence proving it. The evidence is, ¨Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!¨ The reason why I think this is because his brain made him hear the beating of the old man's heart, there's even more evidence, ¨I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder! "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"
We get introduced to the narrator , He talks about him not being mad, "but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth"
The narrator talks about why he hated the old man, "I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! 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; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever."
The narroter talks about killing the old man and how he snuck in, " I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently"
The narroter kills the old man when he shines his lantern on him, "The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him"
A doorbell rang, " As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, --for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police."
The police arrive and the narrator hears a heartbeat, "I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder! "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"