I swear I'm not crazy! The disease only makes my senses better. Let me explane my story.
I Had gone into the old man room stealthily for seven night. I would take a lantern to shine a ray of light on his vulture looking eye.
One night I waltzed into the old man's room once more and flash the light on his eye. I laughed for a successful then I lent go of the lantern and the old man woke but He didn't see me because I was as silent as a mouse.
The old man's life was leaving this world. I felt such power. I felt the old man's life being taken by the grip of my hands.
Then I strategically murdered the old man and hid his body underneath his own floor boards. Nobody would have to see his treacherous eye again.
I then confess to the crime of the old man and his treacherous eye.