I can assure you I am not mad. I loved the old man but it was his eye that made my blood run cold. He had the eye of a vulture. I had to do it. I had to kill the man.
Each night, I crept into the man's room ever so quietly and gently. Careful not to make a sound. I let a ray out of my lantern to peer on to the man's eye. It was always shut so I could never do the deed. I had done this for seven nights in a row.
On the eighth night, I started my usual routine. I entered the room and I was about to turn on the lights when my finger slipped off the knob. It made a noise and it frightened the man. He sat up in the bed and looked around. It was dark so there was nothing to be seen. I shined the light on his face and there it was, the vulture eye. I charged at the man. He shrieked. I pulled him off the bed and onto the floor then I pulled the bed on top of him. I waited until that heartbeat stopped. I had done it. He was dead!
I was very smart when I was concealing the body. I cut the body up and pulled up the floorboards. I put the body under. There was no way that anybody could ever expect that he was there. There was no blood spot or stain. The tub had caught all of that! I was so cunning. A little while later, I heard an unexpected knock at the door.
To my surprise, it was only the police. A neighbor claimed they heard a shriek during the night. I told them it was my own in a dream. I invited them in confidently. I had nothing to hide! They sat down and had tea.
The police would never leave! My head was starting to hurt. Suddenly, I heard it. The sound of a watch enveloped in cotton. A heartbeat. The police surely heard it. I started to yell and pace the floor. They were mocking me. They were just sitting there and talking. The sound was just getting louder and louder and louder and LOUDER! "Please stop", I said. "I admit it. Here he is under the boards. The beating of this hideous heart!"