Whenever it fell upon me my blood ran cold; and so very gradually-I made up my mind to take the life of the old man , and thus rid myself of the eye forever
I was never kinder to the old man than then in the week before I killed him , and every night I turned the latch of his door and opened it , gently, I put in a dark lantern . Then i thrust my head in.
I, was opening the door little , no deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me ; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. The old man sprang up from the bed, crying out who's there.
I knew he had been lying awake ever since that night
His fears had been growing every since he had been trying to fancy them causeless, saying to himself
It is only a mouse crossing the floor
And it is only the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel - although he neither saw nor heard to feel the presence of my head within the room