The sound grew louder. The heart kept beating quicker, and quicker. I was the nervous one. This noise had me nervous and excitied.
I heard the beating of his heart. It was so loud. His heart was beating of fear, of terror that he was experiencing that night.
This is it for him! I ran into the room, threw the lantern on the floor and yelled. He shrieked only once. I pulled the heavy bed over him. I smiled...finally it was done. I placed my hand on his heart, to feel the pulse, but that was it. He was dead.
I wanted to get ride of any evidence, so I cut off the old mans head, arms, and legs. I hid it under three planks from the floor so that no one would be able to suspect a thing. I washed all the blood away, in which the bathtub had caught it all.
Four O'clock, still dark just like at midnight. Three police officers showed up at my door, wondering if anything suspicious was going on. A neighbour heard a shriek and called the police. But I kept smiling, acting natural.
I let them search the entire house, I even took them to where the bones were hidden. I let them rest on the chairs. So they continued to chatter.
The officers were not hearing what I was hearing. But the noise grew louder and louder by the second. I wanted them gone, I couldn't take it anymore. I threw the chair but they still didn't hear it. They started laughing.
My face was starting to get pale and my head started to hurt. I heard ringing in my ears, although it became more and more distinct. I continued to talk to them as if everything was fine, but it was not. I realized that ringing was not in my ears.
I DID THIS! I KILLED THE OLD MAN! HERE IT IS, THE BEATING OF HIS UGLY HEART!