That old man's eye. What an ugly eye. I need to get rid of it. I need to kill the old man.
The old man had never done anything wrong to anger me, it was just that one eye that I hate.
Until one night. I had to get rid of that eye, so I had to kill him. For seven nights in a row I waned into his room and waited. I waited for the perfect chance to kill the old man. Then, just then, on night seven I got the perfect chance.
The old man could not see me. He called out in his fatigued old voice that cracked in the darkness of the night.
"Who Goes There"
I jumped on top of him. I took the mattress and suffocated him with it.
Then I dismembered him and hid it under the scantlings by the stairs. Then I herd the derision sound of the old mans heart.