Look here i'm not insane i'm just concerned but the old man's eye it is disturbing me and i need to get rid of it at once.
The Narrator tells us he isn't mentally Psycho and Said that his actions are justified and he’ll prove to us that he is not insane even tho, he was pyscho enough to kill an old man due to his deformed-vulture eye. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye 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 up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
The Narrator stalks the old man , every single night and will gain the confidence to kill the poor old man. "I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight"
I Admit the Deed
The Narrator had killed the old man, with a mattress and using a knife he will cut off his arms and his legs, and will soon put him underneath the planks. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs. I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected any thing wrong.
I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The Narrator "hears" the beating of the old man's heart and wanting the police men gone,
The man admitted his dead and teared up the planks to find the old man's heart "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"
Murder is one of the things i like about this story, the intesity of how they were stabbed Scares me. .'The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more