TRUE!- nervous- very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am
"He had the eye of a vulture, a pale blue eye, with a film over it" "And everynight, I turned the latch of the door and opened it...I undid the lantern cautiously...so much that a single ray fell on the eye."
"There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more."
Narrator begins to tell the story. He is often described with the word "mad" as he claims to have acute senses, hearing things from heaven and hell.
Some one reported a shriek coming from this house. We are here to investigate.
Little bugger! I knew it was him.
Narrator describes the Evil Eye and explains how he visited the old man every night to harm him.
"Villains!...I admit the deed! - tear up the planks!...It is the beating of his hideous heart!"
The narrator kills the old man and dismembers his corpse in the bath tub, claiming that he did it with such sagacity that contradicts the idea that he is considered as mad.
Mwah ha ha ha 😈
Narrator has body hidden under the bed, when the police arrive. He begins to feel anxious, but acts with suavity and speaks gaily to the officers to mask his deed.
That shriek you heard was just me having a bad dream. The old man in fact is not here. He is out of town
What's good fellas?
After "hearing" the stifled sounds of the old man's beating heart even though he is dead, the narrator caves into paranoia and anxiety and admits the crime.