A young caregiver, to an old man had been known to have a mental disorder in the past, but that was not the case this time. He tells the audience his story about how he took care of a nice man, and how he had one flaw, one huge flaw. His eye, his blood ran cold at the sight of it.
The eye, it haunted me day after day, night after night. I had to put a stop to it, so I made the decision to take the life of the old man and rid the feeling forever.
Every night for seven long days, at midnight, I crept into the old man's room and watched him sleep. Knowing that the dreadful eye was tucked away. Every night getting closer to that final day the eye urged him to kill, but he resisted. On that final night the old man stirred in his sleep. He awoke, his heart thumping loudly.
It only took that one night, where the eye's power surged through my veins. His heartbeat getting louder by the second. I couldn't take it anymore. With one leap I flashed a light upon his eye and took the life of the old man.
Oh so quickly and quietly I dissembled the body in the tub, making sure not to drop a single drop of blood on the floors. After I finished I cleaned the tub and hid the body parts in a scantling. Then a knock came to the door.
There were two police man at the door. Feeling confident, I invited them in, showing them the house and telling them about the old man that lived there. I led them into the seating area. I could still hear the heart beat of the old man. It kept going till I could bear it no longer. I cracked telling them everything that I did.