I don't hate this man he has done nothing to me.
I hate his eye! The eye of a vulture. So by degree I decided to kill him!
I turned the latch of the door and opened it cunningly. Would a mad man be as wise as this?
But in all 7 days I checked in on him his eye was closed, for it was not the man I vexed, it was his eye!
On the eight night of seeing if his eye was open, this time it was. I chuckled to myself a little too loud and he heard me! Now you might be thinking I ran away, but his room was pitch black and he couldn't see me. I went into the room more and made another noise, now he definitely suspected something. I flashed the lantern on his terrifying eye after waiting for hours in silence and it was still open. I went mad as I listened to his Loud racing heartbeat. I was afraid a neighbor would hear! So I ripped him out the bed and suffocated him to death. I then chopped him up and stored him under the floorboards.
No problem. Come on in!
The neighbor said she heard a scream so we came to search the house.
The cops came to the front door to search the house because a neighbor heard the scream of the old man and called them. I was so proud of myself because I executed my plan perfectly. I had nothing to hide.
I said the scream was me because of a bad dream and the old man was out of town, I happily showed them all around the house and eventually got to the said old man's room.
I sat them down and serve them drinks while I placed my own chair on to of the very spot of where the body was hidden. My manner had convinced them and I was singularly at ease. Over time I wished them gone and became nervous. I raged And I swore and they heard not. I thought they were making a mo chary of my horror. So I tore up the floorboards and reveals the chopped up corpse.