I am not mad. I didn't kill him for his money, and he was nice to me...
His eye. Yes, it must've been his one evil eye. It vexed every time he'd look at me.
So, every night I'd wait outside his room with acute stealth and peer in, using just enough light so that I could see the eye. I would not strike unless the eye is open, for it is the evil eye I want to kill, not the man.
I did this for seven nights, every night the eye was closed, then on the eighth it was open, and so I struck.
I had chopped up the body and hidden it in the floorboards. The police then came and said that someone reported a scream. I told them that the scream was mine and that I woke from a nightmare, I also told them that the old man was out of town. I Offered them a seat and placed my own chair over the floorboards where the old man was hidden. My audacity! All was going well, until...
That noise, the old man's heart; it can't be... "Bum, Bum" But it was! Did the officer hear it? How could he not? He was silently mocking me. This was a fate worse than death!
Villians! Dissamble no more! I admit the deed!-tear up the planks-here, here!-it is the beating of his hideous heart!