Tell Tale Hearth
Updated: 6/19/2020
Tell Tale Hearth
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  • Why will you say that I am mad?I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. He thought of me as a friend, I of him as a father. We had always treated each other with the sincerest kindness.It was his eye.
  • He had the eye of a vulture. A dull blue, with a hideous veil over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold. It chilled the very marrow in my bones. It haunted me day and night.Gradually, very gradually, I made up my mind. I must rid myself of the eye.
  • BUMP!
  • BUMP!
  • The old man was lying there not dreaming that I was at his door. Suddenly he moved in his bed. You may think I became afraid. But no. The darkness in his room was thick and black. I knew he could not see the opening of the door. I continued to push the door, slowly, softly. I put in my head. I put in my hand, with the covered light. Suddenly the old man sat straight up in bed and cried...
  • Who’s there?
  • Suddenly I knew that the sound was not in my ears, it was notjust inside my head...
  • BUMP!
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  • The time had come! I rushed into the room, crying, “Die! Die!” The old man gave a loud cry of fear as I fell upon him and held the bedcovers tightly over his head. Still his heart was beating; but I smiled as I felt that success was near
  • BUMP!
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  • As I finished this work I heard that someone was at thedoor. It was now four o’clock in the morning, but still dark. I had no fear, however, as I went down to open the door. Two men were at the door, two officers of the police. One of the neighbors had heard the old man’s cry and had called the police; these two had come to ask questions and to searchthe house.
  • Knock Knock
  • BUMP!
  • ¡Open the door, Sir!
  • BUMP!
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  • Yes! Yes, I killed him. Pull up the boards and you shall see! I killedhim. But why does his heart not stop beating?! Why does it not stop!?
  • No! They heard! I was certain of it. They knew! I was suffering more than I couldbear, and from that sound. Louder, louder, louder!Suddenly I could bear it no longer. I pointed at the boards and cried,
  • THE END
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