True I was nervous and still am. But why call me mad? Hearken! Observe, for I can tell you the whole story
After pondering on a solution, the Narrator comes to a conclusion : Take the Old Man's life to get rid of the eye FOREVER.
I have to do something about that Old Man's pale blue vulture eye. It haunts me day and night!...I've made up my mind, I will kill the Old Man.
Two Weeks Before The Incident...
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Every midnight, for a week The Narrator crept in and watched The Old Man sleep.
Starts in Prison with The Narrator trying to prove his sanity. Says how he carefully he proceeded with his plan.
"Do you think I am mad? A madman cannot plan. But you should have seen me. During all of that week I was as friendly to the old man as I could be..."
Every night the Old Man's eye was closed so it was not possible to do his work. But on the eighth night he got a feeling, a feeling that success was near.
Yes! Yes, I killed him. Pull up the boards and you shall see! I killed him. But why does his heart not stop beating?! Why does it not stop!?
The sound of the beating of The Old Man's heart grew louder and my anger became greater. The time had come! I rushed into the room, pulled the bed over him, The deed was done, his Eye would trouble me no more.
Men arrived and introduced themselves as officers. They were here to investigate a shriek heard by a neighbor. I let them in, for what did I have to fear.
What is that noise?
Louder! Louder! Louder! The Narrator was overtook by his guilt and he admitted his deed.