I loved the old man, he never wronged me nor treated me less, but the thought of eliminating him had entered my mind.
He had an eye of a vulture! Pale and emotionless, that stared me down every time we talked.
During the week before I killed him, I had been the nicest I have ever been to him
For every midnight of the week, I peeked through his bedroom door with a dark lantern. I would undo the lantern and see that his vulture eye was behind a closed lid. It was hard for me to do the job, because, I wanted to kill him for the eye, not him.
The eighth night was when the deed was executed. My thumb had slipped upon the fastening. This made him jolt awake in fear. "Who's there?!" I heard him cry out into the darkness.
One glance at the vulture eye was all it took for me to kill him. I yelled loudly, leaping into the room and flipping the bed down onto the old man. It was done! I finally did it!