"I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me an insult. I think it was his eye!Edgar Allan Poe 61
His eye is closed, his Evil eye, the eye that vexes me, discusses and bothers me. I hope hext night it will be open.
And every night about midnight I turned the latch of his door and opened it oh, so gently.... And this I did for seven long nights, every night just at midnight, but I found the eye always closed...Edgar Allan Poe- 61-62
"He shrieked once - once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him... The old man was dead."
Hahaha! This is fascinating, I can't believe I will stop seeing your REPULSIVE! SICKENING EYE!
"No doubt I now grew VERY pale; but I talked more frequently, and with a heightened voice... I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations... I foamed- I raved- I swore!