Destinee Robinson- Tell tale Heart StoryBoard
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- The Tell-Tale HeartEdgar Allan Poe
- Good
- "I loved the old man. He had never wronged me... One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture—a pale blue eye...Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold... I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever." (Poe, para.1)
- How'd you sleep?
- "And every night about midnight I turned the latch of his door and opened it...when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern all closed, closed so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head...I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye." ( Poe, para.3)
- Today is the night...finally!
- His eye will never bother me again!!!
- "With a loud yell, I threw open the lanternand leaped into the room. He shrieked once—once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him... He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more... I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings." ( Poe, para.11)
- "...there came a knocking at the street door ... officers of the police...A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night... information had been lodged at the police office, and they had been deputed to search the premises...The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search—search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. " (Poe, para.14)
- He seems very nice.
- Doesn't seem suspicious at all.
- " In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim... But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat, and still chatted... I felt that I must scream or die!—and now—again— hark! louder! louder! louder! louder! “Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed!— tear up the planks!—here, here! it is the beating of his hideous heart!” (Poe, para.16-18)
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- VILLAINS!!! HE IS HIDDEN HERE, I KILLED HIM!!!!
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