I am not mad! This disease has sharpened my senses, especially my hearing. I had a perfectly good reason for what I did. Let me tell you the whole story. The old man had done nothing wrong to me. I didn't want his money. It was his pale blue, vulture like eye. It watched me day and night, so I could not sleep.
For seven nights I went to the old man's room. Opening the door ever so slowly. It took me an hour and then I watched the old man. For those seven nights I couldn't kill him, his eye was not visible.
THE 8th NIGHT
After he said those words I stayed still for an hour. But he did not go back to sleep. I saw his eye and could help it so I struck.