It consumed me. Did it make me mad? Am i mad ? For here i will tell you my story of the vultures heart.
Vulture no more
The vulture haunted me, he had done me no wrong he had never given me insult. I think it was his eye he had the eye of a vulture. It made my blood run cold for this i decided to take his life and rid me of the vulture.
The knock at the door
The whole week before i killed him i was never kinder. For seven nights i crept into his room looking to see the vulture but it wasn't to be seen.
The Beating Heart
On the eighth night i saw the vulture. I dragged him to the floor and pulled the bed over him , i smiled the deed was done. I placed my hand on his heart it was stone cold the eye would trouble me no more. I dismembered the corpse cutting off his head , arms and legs. I removed the floor boards and hid the body so cleverly and cunningly that no human eye not even his could detect it. The vulture was gone
It was gone 4am when a knock at the door came. What had i to fear. I bode them welcome and showed them all was well. In my wild audacity of my perfect triumph placed my seat upon the very spot where beneath lay the corpse of the vulture. I was free or was i ??
Whilst talking to the police the ticking started . It grew louder did they no ? could they sense it ? I couldn't bear it Villains i shrieked dissemble no more i admit me deed tear up the planks. For there was the beating of his hideous heart