"TRUE! --nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?"....."I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story."
"I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye 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 forever.
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"
He would go to his room every night at midnight. On the 8th night, it was time. He killed the old man.
He cut off his head, legs and arms. Placed the body under the chamber floor.
The neighbors then called the police, when they heard the old man shriek.
Maybe if I dont act so suspicous theyll actually believe I didnt kill him.