You may think that I am mad, but I tell you I am not mad. You will see when I'm done telling my story that I am not mad. Not mad at all!
My plan was to kill the man. Yes, kill him. He had never wronged me. No! But his eye! Yes, his eye! The eye of a vulture and whenever it fell upon me my blood ran cold.
You should have seen me! Before I would attempt to murder him, I acted so kind to the old man. Yes, so kind!
Let me help you sit down.
For seven nights I stalked the old man. Oh yes, I watched him very very closely. But I could never do the deed because his Evil Eye was always closed. On the eigth night I slipped the fastening on the lantern and it creaked. Then finally his vulture eye opened, and he sprung out of bed
I sat still and motionless and waited. You should have seen the old man! He was trying to convince himself it was just a mouse or maybe the wind, but it was useless. Death in approaching him, had stalked with his big black shadow before enveloping the victim.
His heart started to beat in fear. It kept getting louder and louder and louder! One of the neighbors must have heard it. The deed must be done! I leaped into the room, and he screamed once. I pulled the bed over him and smiled. The deed was done, and his evil eye would never bother me again.