tell tale heart
Storyboard Text
- True!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am! But why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses— not destroyed— not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in earth. I hear many things in hell. How, then am I mad? Hearken! And observe how healthy— how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
- I loved the old man. He had never wronged me or given me an insult. I had no desire for his gold. It was his eye. He had the eye of a vulture! It was pale blue with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees — very gradually— I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
- Upon the eighth night, I was extremely cautious when going into the man's chamber. When I was about to open the lantern, my finger slipped and the man sprung up from the bed, crying out — "Who's there?" I kept quiet and said nothing. Later, I opened the lantern very slowly. When the ray fell upon the vulture eye, it was open. I saw it with perfect distinctness— all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones, but I couldn't see anything else of the man's face. Suddenly, there came to my ears a distinct sound. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It kept growing quicker and quicker, and louder and louder. The man's terror must have been extreme! It gave me anxiety when I realized that the sound was so loud that it would be heard by a neighbor!
- Who's there?
- I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I went to the old man's chamber, and quietly, without him noticing a thing, I would slightly open my lantern so that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. This, I did for seven long nights —every night just at midnight— but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye.
Over 30 Million Storyboards Created