The old man was kind to me, he never insulted me, and i never yearned for his wealth.
The Fateful Night
But I still feared the man, for he had a vulture eye, all blue and cloudy and chilling me to the bone!
The Death and The Coverup
Hence, for 7 days, each day precisely, i cunningly opened the door just a crack so that the old man would not notice me, and then I opened my lantern just a crack, just a crack, so that a dim ray shone on that closed, evil eye. This I did for 7 days.
Then, on the fateful eighth night, oh, yes was it foreboding all right. I came in the exact same way as before, and then "thunk!" I must have bumped something, because the old man sat straight up! As I went to open the lantern the absolute tiniest bit, I saw the eye!
As I flipped the bed over onto him to silence his screams, I listen as the faint heartbeat decreases steadily until it peters out. Then I carefully, oh so carefully, cut off the body parts over a tub to make sure no blood is spilled out. Then, I bury him carefully under the floorboards right when the police knock on the door.
By then it was four A.M. There was a knock on the door. I answered it happily. It was a few police officers claiming that they had a report of screaming in our house. I was so happy i said that it was my scream during a dream, and that the man had gone away to the country, and that we should go to his room to see all of his treasures. All of the sudden I heard a soft thumping under me, where i had buried the body. I thought, "there is no way, for he is dead!'' Then, the thumping got increasingly louder to the point where i couldn't take it! "The body is under the boards! I turn myself in! Anything to get away from that hideous heart!''