He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult...I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture—a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold
And every night about midnight I turned the latch of his door and opened it—oh, so gently! ....It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed.
I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever.
With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and 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.
I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly...
The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse.
The shriek was my own in a dream , but welcome in.
Suspicion of foul play had been aroused and we have been ordered to search the premises.
A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night.
You are under arrest!
*thump thump, thump thump*(heart beating)
Villains! Dissemble no more!
I admit the deed!— tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!”
Any thing was more tolerable than the derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die!
They suspected!—they knew! —they were making a mockery of my horror!