Every night about twelve o’clock I slowly opened his door. And when the door was opened wide enough I put my hand in, and then my head.In my hand I held a light covered over with a cloth so that no light showed. And I stood there quietly.
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.
First I cut off the head, then the arms and the legs. I was careful not to let a single drop of blood fall on the floor.
I pulled up three of the boards that formed the floor, and put the pieces of the body there. Then I put the boards down again, carefully, so carefully that no human eye could see that they had been moved.
I led them finally into the old man’s bedroom. As if playing a game with them I asked them to sit down and talk for a while.
“Yes! Yes, I killed him. Pull up the boards and you shall see! I killed him. But why does his heart not stop beating?! Why does it not stop!?”