I have a room mate who is an old man. He had the eye of a vulture-a pale blue eye, with a film over it. I did not hate the old man, just his eye. I want to take the life of the old man to rid myself of the eye forever.
I was never kinder to the old man than the week before he died.
I hate his eye.
Such a nice man
On the eight night, he awoke with a start.
His evil eye was always closed so I couldn't kill him.
Villain! Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!
Every night for 7 nights, I would go to his door. I looked in upon him as he slept.
Wha- what was that?
I killed him and hid under the floor boards. I thought I was a wise man. HA
The police had come to investigate what happened, I told them it was just me shrieking in the the night. I invited them in for some relaxation.
They kept laughing and laughing. They knew about what I did, they suspected. The beating of that old man's heat..... I can still hear it!!