I wanted a rat just to put a rat on it and it gave me a house that was made out of cardboard.
The narrator loved the old man, but the old man had never done anything wrong. There was something about the old many that made the narrator want something of his.
Maybe it was the old mans eye. The white film over it.
The narrator dismembered the head, arms, and legs in a tub. Then he hid the body under the floor boards. The neighbors called the police because they had heard the old man scream.
The narrator planned to kill the old man. He could finally get rid of that horrid vultures eye
The narrator would watch the old man as he slept. He had a lantern in hand and open it to see if the eye was open. Once it was open, he pounced on the old man, pushed the heavy bed over him, and crushed him to death
The police arrived and the narrator had told them that the scream was his own, because he had a nightmare. He also said that the old man was out of the country. The narrator was insane and he mistook his nervous heartbeat. He thought the police could hear the heartbeat, so he admitted to the crime.