True!-Nervous-very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?
I loved the old man . He never did anything to hurt me.
It was his eye, yes! His evil eye, which looked like that of a vulture. It was pale blue with a thin film over it, and whenever it looked at me my blood ran cold. I decided the only solution was to kill the old man.
Every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it-oh, so gently! I made a opening sufficient for my head and peaked in . After eight nights of doing this, I finally killed the old man.
The police came the next day because one of the neighbors heard a scream. As they were questioning me I heard a ringing in my ears but the officers didn't seem to hear it. It grew louder and louder into a thumping and I realized it was the old mans heart.
Eventually I couldn't stand it and had to make it stop. The only way was to confess my crime.
I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!