I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
True! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous. But why will you say that I am mad?
I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire.
And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it. but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye.
When I had waited a long time, I opened the lantern the eyes was open--wide, wide open --and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I heard a sound.It was the beating of the old man's heart. the beating grew louder I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound would be heard by a neighbour! I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs. I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings.
When I finished. there was a knock at the door. 3 police officers were called to search the house because a neighbor heard a shriek at night. I let them in.
As the officers were talking , I could hear a sound ringing in my ears, ring ring . I could hear it growing louder and louder. It was the heart beat of the old mans heart. I grew more worried and I confessed to the officers , shouting on the floor , yelling , "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"