Do not call me mad! For the disease has only sharpened my senses, especially hearing. I am not a madman, for they know nothing. You should've seen the way I proceeded. Now, I loved the old man. It was only his vulture eye I hated with a burning passion. That pale blue eye with a film over it. Oh, how it disgusted me!
With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once, and I dragged him to the floor. I threw the heavy bed over him and after his heartbeat ceased, I knew he was dead. I then cut off his head, arms and legs and shoved him under the floorboards under his bed.
AHHH!
Of course! The scream was my own in a dream! The old man that lives here is absent in the country.
The neighbors heard a scream, and we are here to check it out. Mind if we take a look?
My manner had convinced them! But I heard the heartbeat. It grew louder, and louder still! I talked more, and no doubt I was pale. But they kept talking! Oh, I wished them gone! Finally, I burst.
"Villains!" I shrieked, "Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! Here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!