I have watched him for a week now, I have not seen the wicked Vulture Eye while he sleeps. I won't attack until I see it, but I do not want to harm him, for I love him, BUT NOT THAT WICKED EYE!
He heard me, but does not know it is me. He is watching the door, he thinks to himself, it's a rat in the floorboards, its nothing. He is wrong. I CAN FINALLY SEE IT! THE VULTURE EYE! I attack, only a short scream escapes him. I will be alright.
I chop him up, using a tub to catch all the blood, no one will know what happened. I am rid of the eye. I bundle him up and take out the floor. I hide his body dismembered body in the floor. I put the boards back, so not even his hideous eye could catch it.
The police show up as expected, the old man is away, I say. We are talking for a while, and I am smug with the satisfaction of knowing that they will never find his body, and I will not go to jail.
I bring them into the house and give them a tour. I am so bold that I bring them into his room. I even bring chairs into the room so we can talk. I put my chair right on top of his body.
There is a slight thumping coming from underneath the floor. It is getting louder, they can hear it, they are mocking me. I must get rid of them, HERE HE LIES! THE BEATING OF HIS HIDEOUS HEART!