I'm not insane! I swear I'm not. I only heard things, many dark things. But I didn't do anything wrong. Why am I this frustrated then?
It was his eye! The pale blue eye with a firm over it. The vulture eye. The one that frightens me to death.
The old man had always been good to me. Just something about, just something...
I was good to him for the seven days.. before I killed him! Oh but no one would understand why!
I always went to work, I was never kinder to the old man for the whole week. There is just something about his eye.
Every night at midnight, I always opened his door, so gently, I always put in a dark lantern, so no light shone out. I was being careful and quiet, so that I would not wake him up.
The ray of light always fell on that evil vultures eye. I did this carefully, for seven long nights, only at midnight. But whenever he sleeps, only one is closed. It was impossible to do the plan.
On the eight night: The old man heard a noise and jumped out of bed for the fear of robbers breaking in. It was completely dark, so he was unable to see anything. Although, he just sat there for an hour straight listening for anything. I did not move a muscle.