So, you believe that I am mad? No. surely no mad man could have planned what I planned. A mad man could not hear the sounds of heaven and hell Though my crime may seem insane my reasoning was just.
I loved the old man. I did not kill him for his wealth, or just to kill....
It was his eye. Yes, his evil eye. The eye of a vulture. His cold horrid eye. That prompted me to make him bid the world goodnight.
So every night at 12 o clock, I snuck into the old man's room very slowly putting my hand in first, then my head and shone a sliver of light the man's eye
For seven long nights I repeated this same task
On the eigth night things were diferent. My power felt much stronger and I knew my success would come
I was not afraid when the man unexpectadly sat up in his bed, for I knew he could not see me
I did not move for a whole hour, and as the hour pssed the old man also didn't move
Who's there??! Ahhh!
Slowly I began shinning the light onto the old man's evil eye
The old man's heart beat visciously like an old clock. As each beat passed my anger grew.