I'm not mad. What makes you think such a thing? Just you wait and watch how calmly tell you this story.
I loved the old man. It was the vulture eye he had that I hated so much. Every time he looked at me with that eye my blood went cold.
7 nights. 7 nights I stood in the old man's room at midnight. I carried a lantern and watched him while opening the lantern enough to let a ray of light hit the vulture eye.
HERE! Just make it stop!
The old man had woken up. The lantern light falls upon the vulture eye! I quickly drop the lantern and drag the heavy bed onto him. I then hear the beating of his heart stop. I did it! His eye will bother me no more!
I dismembered his body then stuffed them under the floor boards. The police knocked and I let them in. I was so welcoming and showed them everything even the old man's treasures! I ended up sitting down and talking with them.
They continued to sit and laugh.. why? Why weren't they leaving? They keep laughing! They know! They know for sure! The heart beat grew louder. LOUDER! I gasped and couldn't breathe until I finally told them he was under the planks I couldn't handle it anymore!