Don't know why anyone would call me insane but I have always been hateful to the eye. The man didn't do anything wrong to me, but I just want to rip his eye out.
Who goes there?
I served him, day by day, watching that vulture eye. It's bothering me and I don't know what to do.
I knew what I had to do, get rid of it. Every night I walked into his room and watched him sleep waiting for the right time.
Villians, dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!
On the eighth night, he heard me. He woke up and looked for what felt like hours, but I could see it. The eye was open and I knew it was my time to strike.
It wasn't very difficult, I only knocked him to the floor and put the bed sheets over him. It was simple, just as easy as that. I then hid him under the planks of the floor. He made a lot of noise though, and I think that someone heard it because there was a knock at the door.
I greeted them and told them lies and they didn't suspect. I showed them around the house and told them the old man was out of the country. We sat in his bedroom and that's when I heard it. The beating of his heart. It was irresistible. It didn't stop, only got worse so I had to do it.