I have always hated the old man's eye. It watched and followed me everywhere I went. It was like a vulture's eye. Because of this, I decided to kill the old man, and get rid of his eye.
If you say that I am a madman, think again. No madman would have acted as wisely as I did. I had never been so kind to him as I was on the days leading up to his death.
That night, at exactly midnight, I crept into his room. I wanted to shine a light in his hideous eye, but it would not open.
I did this for 6 more days, and finally, on the 7th day, that hideous eye opened. I shone a single beam of light on the eye watching it in fury. I think the old man noticed, for he got extremely scared. His heart kept beating loader and loader.
Afraid that the neighbors would hear the old mans heart, I decided that this would be the night that the old mans life ended. I jumped up and swung my lantern. After he was dead, I hid the body with careful percision.
A bit after I had finished cleaning up the body, there was a knock on the door. It was the local policemen, telling me that a neighbor had heard a scream emitting from this house. I led them in, with nothing to fear. When they didn't find anything suspicious, I told them that they were welcome to stay, and they did. But then I heard something, a heartbeat. It got loader ad loader. Finally, afraid that they would hear it and find out, I screamed and told the police everything.