I'm not crazy, I promise, I realize I'm ill, but it is just making me stronger!
I did not hate the old man! I wanted nothing from him! It was just his eye, he had the eye of a vulture.. I hated the eye. I had to get rid of it once and for all!
Every night at about 12 o'clock I slowly walked into the mans room and stared at his cold, blue eye. I did this for seven long nights, and woke up every morning asking him how'd he slept, little did he know I was in his room.
On the eighth night I was quieter than usual, I crept in and the old man could sense that I was there, he sat straight up, and called "Who's there?!?!" He looked at me with the vulture eye and my anger rose greater. I held the bed covers over him tightly until his heart stopped beating.
So I'm mad? I hid the body so precisely and carefully. First, I cut off the arms, legs, and hid the body underneath the floorboards, making sure to not get a single drop of blood anywhere!
As soon as I finished my work three policemen came at the door and came to search my house. One of the neighbors had heard a cry and called the police. Soon enough the guilt came back to me and I confessed.