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Create your own at Storyboard That  It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain,I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture, apale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me,my blood ran cold. Very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eyeforever. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it, oh so gently! And then, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, that no light shone out. I moved it slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously, for the hinges creaked. On the eighth night, all I hear is the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury. But even yet I refrained and kept still. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon theeve. His heart was beating so loud, I thought the heart must burst. I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked only once "ahhhh!" I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. He was dead. His eve would trouble me no more. I cut the head first, then the limbs. I had no blood to clean up, the bathtub had caught it all. Ha-ha! I place his disasambled parting undernaeat the floorboards. "boom, boom, boom!". Threemen come knockiong on thedoor, because the neighborheard a shreik and called the police. I act natural, They suspect nothing. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.No doubt I now grew very pale. I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations ofthe men --but the noise steadily increased. more! I admit the deed! I tear up the planks!here, here!
Create your own at Storyboard That  It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain,I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture, apale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me,my blood ran cold. Very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eyeforever. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it, oh so gently! And then, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, that no light shone out. I moved it slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously, for the hinges creaked. On the eighth night, all I hear is the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury. But even yet I refrained and kept still. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon theeve. His heart was beating so loud, I thought the heart must burst. I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked only once "ahhhh!" I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. He was dead. His eve would trouble me no more. I cut the head first, then the limbs. I had no blood to clean up, the bathtub had caught it all. Ha-ha! I place his disasambled parting undernaeat the floorboards. "boom, boom, boom!". Threemen come knockiong on thedoor, because the neighborheard a shreik and called the police. I act natural, They suspect nothing. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.No doubt I now grew very pale. I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations ofthe men --but the noise steadily increased. more! I admit the deed! I tear up the planks!here, here!
Create your own at Storyboard That  It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain,I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture, apale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me,my blood ran cold. Very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eyeforever. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it, oh so gently! And then, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, that no light shone out. I moved it slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously, for the hinges creaked. On the eighth night, all I hear is the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury. But even yet I refrained and kept still. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon theeve. His heart was beating so loud, I thought the heart must burst. I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked only once "ahhhh!" I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. He was dead. His eve would trouble me no more. I cut the head first, then the limbs. I had no blood to clean up, the bathtub had caught it all. Ha-ha! I place his disasambled parting undernaeat the floorboards. "boom, boom, boom!". Threemen come knockiong on thedoor, because the neighborheard a shreik and called the police. I act natural, They suspect nothing. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.No doubt I now grew very pale. I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations ofthe men --but the noise steadily increased. more! I admit the deed! I tear up the planks!here, here!
Create your own at Storyboard That  It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain,I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture, apale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me,my blood ran cold. Very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eyeforever. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it, oh so gently! And then, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, that no light shone out. I moved it slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously, for the hinges creaked. On the eighth night, all I hear is the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury. But even yet I refrained and kept still. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon theeve. His heart was beating so loud, I thought the heart must burst. I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked only once "ahhhh!" I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. He was dead. His eve would trouble me no more. I cut the head first, then the limbs. I had no blood to clean up, the bathtub had caught it all. Ha-ha! I place his disasambled parting undernaeat the floorboards. "boom, boom, boom!". Threemen come knockiong on thedoor, because the neighborheard a shreik and called the police. I act natural, They suspect nothing. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.No doubt I now grew very pale. I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations ofthe men --but the noise steadily increased. more! I admit the deed! I tear up the planks!here, here!
Create your own at Storyboard That  It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain,I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture, apale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me,my blood ran cold. Very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eyeforever. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it, oh so gently! And then, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, that no light shone out. I moved it slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously, for the hinges creaked. On the eighth night, all I hear is the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury. But even yet I refrained and kept still. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon theeve. His heart was beating so loud, I thought the heart must burst. I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked only once "ahhhh!" I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. He was dead. His eve would trouble me no more. I cut the head first, then the limbs. I had no blood to clean up, the bathtub had caught it all. Ha-ha! I place his disasambled parting undernaeat the floorboards. "boom, boom, boom!". Threemen come knockiong on thedoor, because the neighborheard a shreik and called the police. I act natural, They suspect nothing. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.No doubt I now grew very pale. I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations ofthe men --but the noise steadily increased. more! I admit the deed! I tear up the planks!here, here!
Create your own at Storyboard That  It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain,I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture, apale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me,my blood ran cold. Very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eyeforever. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it, oh so gently! And then, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, that no light shone out. I moved it slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously, for the hinges creaked. On the eighth night, all I hear is the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury. But even yet I refrained and kept still. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon theeve. His heart was beating so loud, I thought the heart must burst. I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked only once "ahhhh!" I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. He was dead. His eve would trouble me no more. I cut the head first, then the limbs. I had no blood to clean up, the bathtub had caught it all. Ha-ha! I place his disasambled parting undernaeat the floorboards. "boom, boom, boom!". Threemen come knockiong on thedoor, because the neighborheard a shreik and called the police. I act natural, They suspect nothing. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.No doubt I now grew very pale. I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations ofthe men --but the noise steadily increased. more! I admit the deed! I tear up the planks!here, here!
Create your own at Storyboard That  It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain,I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture, apale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me,my blood ran cold. Very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eyeforever. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it, oh so gently! And then, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, that no light shone out. I moved it slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously, for the hinges creaked. On the eighth night, all I hear is the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury. But even yet I refrained and kept still. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon theeve. His heart was beating so loud, I thought the heart must burst. I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked only once "ahhhh!" I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. He was dead. His eve would trouble me no more. I cut the head first, then the limbs. I had no blood to clean up, the bathtub had caught it all. Ha-ha! I place his disasambled parting undernaeat the floorboards. "boom, boom, boom!". Threemen come knockiong on thedoor, because the neighborheard a shreik and called the police. I act natural, They suspect nothing. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.No doubt I now grew very pale. I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations ofthe men --but the noise steadily increased. more! I admit the deed! I tear up the planks!here, here!
Create your own at Storyboard That  It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain,I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture, apale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me,my blood ran cold. Very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eyeforever. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it, oh so gently! And then, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, that no light shone out. I moved it slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously, for the hinges creaked. On the eighth night, all I hear is the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury. But even yet I refrained and kept still. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon theeve. His heart was beating so loud, I thought the heart must burst. I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked only once "ahhhh!" I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. He was dead. His eve would trouble me no more. I cut the head first, then the limbs. I had no blood to clean up, the bathtub had caught it all. Ha-ha! I place his disasambled parting undernaeat the floorboards. "boom, boom, boom!". Threemen come knockiong on thedoor, because the neighborheard a shreik and called the police. I act natural, They suspect nothing. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.No doubt I now grew very pale. I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations ofthe men --but the noise steadily increased. more! I admit the deed! I tear up the planks!here, here!
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  • It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. 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. Very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
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  • And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it, oh so gently! And then, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, that no light shone out. I moved it slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously, for the hinges creaked.
  • On the eighth night, all I hear is the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury. But even yet I refrained and kept still. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. His heart was beating so loud, I thought the heart must burst. I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked only once "ahhhh!" I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. He was dead. His eve would trouble me no more.
  • I cut the head first, then the limbs. I had no blood to clean up, the bathtub had caught it all. Ha-ha! I place his disasambled parting undernaeat the floorboards.
  • "boom, boom, boom!". Three men come knockiong on the door, because the neighbor heard a shreik and called the police. I act natural, They suspect nothing.
  • My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears. No doubt I now grew very pale. I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. more! I admit the deed! I tear up the planks! here, here!
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