His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness (for the shutters were close fastened through fear of robbers), and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.
In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.
I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings
The shriek, was my own dream.
A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night;
“Villains!”, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed!— tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!”