"I This I did for seven nights but the eye was always closed."
"Yes Yes ! I killed him. Pull up the boreds and you shell see! I killed him. But why does his heart not stop beating! Why does it not stop!"
The rising action of this story is the narrator checks on the old man in his room at midnight for 7 nights.
The sound of the beating of the old man heart grew louder and my anger grew louder. "The old man's hour had come." The narrator rushed into the room, pulled over the bed over him. " The deed was almost done". The narrator had just killed the old man.
"Louder! Louder! Louder!" The narrator was overtook by his guilt and turned himself in.