It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture. I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. For seven long nights every night just at midnight I would check the mans room to see if his eye was open. Although on the eighth night I slipped up and made a noise causing the man to wake up. I waited a long time and when I thought he was back asleep I proceeded to check. His eye was open and he was awake.
I started to hear his heartbeat increase louder and louder until I thought the neighbors might hear him. I quickly flipped his mattress on top of him and suffocated him to death
Villains!dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!
The police arrived at my door because someone herd a shriek from the house. I convinced them that the man was on a trip ,and I was confident that they wouldn't find the body that I sat down to talk at the very spot he was murdered and hidden.
As we talked I slowly herd the mans heart beat increase in volume and pace. It drove me mad I new surely at this point the the police must hear and know. They were just mocking me by continuing to talk. I could'nt handle it anymore. I Give Up!