He has no idea what is to come to him! The vulture eye shall soon be gone!
It is nothing but the wind in the chimney-it is only a mouse crossing the floor.
"The Tell-Tale Heart" By Edgar Allen Poe A Storyboard by Casandra Dormeus
Alas! He is dead and I have rid myself of the Vulture eye forever!
I was never nicer to the old man than the week before I killed him. He would have never suspected what his fate would be at the end of the week. He was such a nice old man, but his evil vulture eye ignites a strong hatred within me. I must get rid of the vulture eye...
How clever am I to dismember the man in a bathtub, and drain his blood here!
The old man heard me and laid awake in fear. He tried convincing himself that the noise I made was the wind in the chimney. What a fool! Little does he know what will occur to him in the moments to follow...
Who would've thought he killed the old man! He was so charming...
OKAY FINE! The old man who shrieked lays here beneath this floor!
While the old man laid awake in fear after hearing my presence, I pushed the bed on top of him and listened until his heart stopped beating. The beating eventually came to a stop, and the man was dead. I finally got rid of the vulture eye.
I cleverly dismembered the man, draining his blood in the bath tub. Afterwards, I placed the man and his limbs beneath the scantlings. Oh, how clever I am! And you think me a mad man!
The police arrived after a concerned neighbor called. I let them into the house, even offered them a seat and had a conversation with them right on top of where I hid the old man's body! As the conversation carried on, guilt began to eat at me until I confessed that I killed the old man and revealed where he was hidden.