I loved the old man . He never wronged me. I think it was the eye! Yes, it was this!
One of his eyes resembled that 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 my mind to take the life of the old man and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
Every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it oh, so gently! When I had made an opening, I put in a dark lantern.