The Tell-Tale Heart Trevor Zanella Mr. Haws CP English 5 26 October 2018
"It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire."
"I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture...Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold...I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever."
"And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it...It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed...I undid the lantern cautiously...so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --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."
"Upon the eighth night...I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?...I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room...In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him.The old man was dead."
"When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock --still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it...there entered three men, who introduced themselves...as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night...I bade the gentlemen welcome...The ringing became more distinct..."Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks!..."