It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it.
I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.
How'd you sleep?
On the 8th night: I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed.
I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! --do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am.
The old man's hour had come! His eye would trouble me no more!!
I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs. After, I replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected anything wrong.
I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues
A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play has been aroused.