You say i am mad am not mad. i needid to kill him .
It is impossible to say how the idea first entered my head. There was no reason for what I did. I did not hate the old man; I even loved him. He had never hurt me. I did not want his money. I think it was his eye. His eye was like the eye of a vulture,
So I decided I had tokill the old man and close that eye forever! so Every night about twelve o’clock I slowly opened his door. Andwhen the door was opened wide enough I put my hand in, and thenmy head. In my hand I held a light covered over with a cloth so thatno light showeAn I stood there quietly. Then, carefully, I lifted thecloth, just a little, so that a single, thin, small light fell across that eye.
I knew that heknew that I was there. He did not see me there. He could not hear methere. He felt me there. Now he knew that Death was standing there.Slowly, little by little, I lifted the cloth, until a small,lightescaped from under it to fall upon hat vulture eye!It was open — wide and my anger increased as it lookedstraight at me. I could not see the old man’s face. Only that eye, that I fell upon him and held the bedcovers tightly over his head. The old man was dead.
So I am mad, you say? Youshould have seen how careful Iwas to put the body where no onecould find him i put him onder the boardsfloor,I finished this work I heard that someone was at the door. I went down to open the door. Three men were at the door, three officers of the
One of the neighbors had heard the old man’s cry and had called the police; these three had come to ask questions and to search
I took them through the whole house, telling them tosearch it all, to search well. I led them finally into the old man’s bedroom.As if playing a game with them Iasked them to sit down andt
The old man, I said, was away; he had gone to visit a friend in the country. the old mans haet was bitng Louder and louder Suddenly I could bear it no longer. I pointed at the boards and cried, “Yes! Yes, I killed him