True! --nervous--very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?
The narrator had no reason to dislike the old man, for he had never wronged him. For it was his eye. The pale blue vulture eye. For when the eye layed upon him, his blood ran cold.
I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever!
For eight nights, at midnight, he watches the old man sleep. But while he's sleeping there is no reason for the narrator to shiver. For his eyes are closed.
But then, on the eighth night, the old man awoke! And the narrator through the bed on top of him! Ridding himself of the blue vulture eye.
After the narrator finishes hiding the body, theres a knock at the door. The police came after the neighbors reported a shriek.
After awhile of the police searching, the narrator starts to go pale. For he started to grow nervous. And more nervous. Then, so nervous that he now feels guilty! And finally confesses of killing the old man.