There was once a man who had a diseased in which it had sharpened his senses - not destroyed. The man was working for an old man who loved but soon planned to kill him due to his hatred with the old man's eye.
I love him. He had never wronged nor given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his pale blue eye! An eye of vulture.
Every night about midnight...
The old man must not be disturbed from his sleep. Why can't his eye be open for once?
Upon the eighth night, the man was not as cautious as before. His head was in, and when he was about to open the lantern, his thumb slipped upon the tin fastening. The old man sprang up in bed and started crying, with the heart beating so loud that he decided to kill the old man.
I must kill you before the neighbors hear!
The old man's hour had come! In an instant the man dragged the old man on to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him.