How, then, am I mad? 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 his eye! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture - a pale blue eye.
I made up my mind to take the life of an 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. Oh, so gently! I thrust it in ! Moved it slowly-very,very slowly. And I did this for seventh nights, the vulture eye always closed.
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in openning the door. I had my head in, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening and the old man sprang up in bed: "Who's there". I kept quite and said nothing for an hour. Presently, I heard a slight groan, I knew the sound well. I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I dragged him to the floor, pulled the heavy bed over him. The old men was dead. I removed the bed and examined his corpse. He was stone dead.
The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all, I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head, legs, and arms. I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replace the the boards so cleverly, so cunningly that no human eye - not even his - could have dectected anything wrong
Four o'clock - still dark as midnight. There came a knocking at the street door. POLICE! I smiled-for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. I took the visitors all over the house, they search-search well. I led them to his chamber. I brought chairs and placed my own seat upon the very spot which reposed the corpse of the old man. And they started to chat satisfactorily, they chatted familiar things.
But, erelong , I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears. The ringing became more distinct but I talked more fluently. But the noise steadily increase. Why would they not be gone? Oh God! What could I do? I foamed-I raved-I swore! I grew louder-louder-louder! They heard!-they suspected!-they knew!- they were making a mockery of my horror!- this I thought.