Every night for one whole week the at 12:00 midnight the narrator would creep into the old mans room, with a lantern, so gently that it was silent enough to not disturb his sleep. He would then undo the lantern just enough that the beam of light would lay on the vulture's eye.
The eighth night he was more cautious then usual. He was about to turn on the lantern when his thumb slipped against the tin fastening. The old man got up quickly and cried in terror saying "Who's THERE!" The narrator then did not move a muscle for the next hour until he knew the old man was back to sleep.
The old man lied back to his bed still wide awake, he tried to convince himself that it was wind or a mouse, he then tried to fall back asleep. The narrator heard something, coming from the room a low, dull, fast repeating noise. He knew it had to be the old mans heart, beating hard and loud and got louder after every second, he said he thought "the sound could be heard by the neighbours."
Suddenly, he jumped into the room and there was a short shriek from the old man, then he pulled the heavy bed over top of him. There was a little bit of struggle, and the heart beat noise was now quieter until it ended a few minutes after. The narrator then smiled with a relief that the man was dead. The eye would not bother the man anymore.
He had finished all the duty's at 4 in the morning. He had also cut the mans arms and legs off and hid them in the underground door, leading to a secret room. Then, there was knocking on the door, he gladly answered the door, and had welcomed three police offices into his house, because neighbour's had reported of hearing nosies throughout the night. They searched the house until they were satisfied.
The narrator set up chairs for the group to sit down, and purposely put his chair on the door that the body laid beneath. I was brilliant, they had been convinced with his manner that nothing had happened over night. Then, he felt his face get pale, headache pounded his head and a ringing started in his ears. He tried to talk it off but it now became more noticeable, louder and louder it wouldn't stop, he paced, swore and it only increased until, he yelled "I ADMIT THE DEED TEAR UP THE PLANKS! IT WAS THE BEATING OF HIS HIDEOUS HEART!"