He has never wronged me and I loved him but there was one problem I had with him. . . his eye, his creepy blue eye that gave me the sensation to kill the old man.
"You are a good person my son."
Every Night, for twenty nights, at midnight I would go into his room so silently that not even a mouse would notice. I would admire how he slept and and listen to his beating heart.
One night my thumb slipped on the lantern. The old man sat sraight up in his bed
The old man was frightened and anxious to hear a reply. The man sat up for hours, I didn't move an inch. From then on I would hear him in his sleep softly crying .
On the last night, I made my move. I ran to his bed side and killed him on the spot. He did scream but just once so nobody could have known what was going on.
After I finished him I then cut his limbs off and hid him under the floor boards. Not a single mark or drop of blood was left.
The police showed up and I wasn't scared but happy to see them. They stayed for hours and it began to make me nervous. They figured out they cought me! I had to confess I could hear the old mans heart beat beneath the floorboard.