It is impossible to say how the idea first got into my head, there was no reason to hate the old man. I even loved him. It was his eye. That vulture looking eye. Everyday before planning my plan I would be as nice as i could.
Every nigh about twelve o'clock I opened the old man's bedroom door. I just stood there and did it for seven long nights . Always the eye was closed and wouldn't let me do the work
The eight night was different. This time I went inside the bedroom, but this time the old man had woken up. I knew he knew that someone was in the bedroom in fact I didn't say anything. He then screamed who is there. It was time to kill him!!!
WHO IS THERE?!?
I did it. The old man was dead. I had cut the body and placed it under the wooden floor.
The police came. Apparently someone had called them because they heard the old man scream. I was confident I had hidden the old man's body well and had nothing to fear. I let the police come in and as we came to the were the body was hidden and invited for them to have a talk with me and sit down.
We were talking everything was going smoothly. Suddenly I notice I could her the noise the noise of maybe a heart beating? Well it was the old man I had placed my chair above where I had hidden the body. The noise wouldn't stop. I was going CRAZY. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I screamed and confessed my murder, I explained everything.. Now why am I in a psychiatric hospital?