the tell tale heart
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- IT's true! Yes, I have been ill, very ill. but why do you say that I have lost my mind? Why do you say that I am mad? Can you not see that I have full control of my mind? Indeed, the illness only made my mind, my feelings, my senses, more stronger. And I will tell you what happened.
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- My sense of hearing especially became more powerful. I could hear sounds I had never heard before. I heard sounds from heaven; I heard sounds from hell!
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- I did not hate the old man; I even loved him. He had never hurt me. I did not want his money. It was his eye. Yes! His eye was like the eye of a vulture, the eye of one of those that watchand wait while an animal dies' and then fall upon the dead body and pull it to pieces to eat it.
- Every night about 12:00am, 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. Then, carefully, I lifted the cloth, just a little light, so that a single, thin, small light fell across that eye. For seven nights I did this, seven long nights, every night at midnight.
- The eighth night I was more than usually careful as I opened the door. The hands of a clock more more quickly than did my hand. Never before had I felt so strongly my own power; I was now sure od success.
- WHO'S THERE??!
- I continued to push the door, slowly, softly. I put in my head. I put in my hand, with the covered light. Suddenly the old man sat straight up in bed and yelled.
- I stood quite still. For a whole hour I did not move. Nor did I hear him lie down on his bed. He just sat there, listening. Slowly , little by little, I lifted the cloth, until a small, small light escaped from under it to fall upon that vulture eye! Wide open, and my anger increased as it looked at me.
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