Hearken! and observe how healthily—how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
Why did you kill him ?
I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.
Evil Eye? What do you mean?
it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye
That is really weird.
One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture—a pale blue eye, with a film over it.
Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees—very gradually—I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever.
Whoa that's pretty crazy.
I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye—not even his —could have detected anything wrong