I loved the old man he never did anything to me but I could not stand that eye the eye every time he looked at me with that eye I would get cold so then I told myself the eye has to go so I decided I have to get rid of his eye.
For seven days I checked on the man every night when he was sleeping. Every night I would check if his eye was open, but for seven days it was closed. On the eighth day I checked on him at midnight and the eye was open. I entered the room as quietly as I could with just a sliver of light coming from the lantern.
I crept into his room hoping he wouldn't hear me. I slowly opened the door and walked into the room. When I opened the door it creaked and the old man waked up. He asked who was there but I stayed quiet. The man didn't go back to sleep.
I acted quickly and killed the old man with the blanket he was sleeping with. When I was killing him he let out a scream. I acted quickly and cut his limbs off and put them under the floorboards.
The neighbors heard a scream and called the police. The police came over and asked to check the house. The police knew that the old man lived here and asked where he was. I said the old man was gone on a trip and wouldn't be back for a week.
I pulled up chairs for the officers and one for myself. I put mine on the very spot I buried the man. The officers chatted and I started hearing things. It sounded like a beating heart, louder and louder it got the more I wanted to scream. It happened, I screamed that I killed the man and he was under the floor. The terrible sound was the beating of his heart.