The narrator was always nice to the old man and talked to him, but sometimes the old man just made his blood run cold....
Hey! How are you feeling today?
I'm feeling good today, glad you asked.
The next day the narrator was laying in bed all day and night haunted about the idea that entered his brain, he wanted to take the old man's life. He had no desire for his gold but his eye on the other hand....
I must forbade myself from his eye forever!
With such caution, foresight, and dissimulation, every night at midnight for the next week, the narrator would enter the old man's room. He always found the old man's eyes closed and made his work very hard for him. He loved the old man but not the vexing eye.
This is impossible if his eyes are always closed!
On the 8th night, while opening the door very slowly, the old man awoke, instead of the narrator running away, he just stayed.... and pitied him....
Who's there?!
*shriek*!
There was a sound like a watch makes when enveloped in cotton, this was a thought that it was the old man's heart by the narrator. The narrator was scared that the beat will alert the old man's neighbors, as he entered the room, he finished what he started.
AHHH, THE TIME HAS COME!!!!
He worked hastily in the silence, cutting off the head and limbs of the old man. He stored the body underneath the ground he tore up and then replaced the wood so no human eye could detect anything wrong.
HA HA! I'm not mad at all.
Over 30 Million Storyboards Created
No Downloads, No Credit Card, and No Login Needed to Try!