It was not the old man that I hated, it was the eye, the evil eye.
The Tell-Tale Heart By: Edgar Allan Poe Fiza Azhar 11/21/17 Mrs. Singh Period 3
Yes, the old man is dead. The eye would trouble me no more.
The narrator did not hate the old man. He had nothing against the old man. He loved the old man except his eye. He was petulant over the little eye.
The narrator watched the old man sleep for seven nights, and on the eight night he decided that the old man's hour had come.
The narrator vehemently shoved the knife into the old man and killed him.
The narrator cut up the old man's body parts and hid them. He cleaned up the blood of the old man. He got rid of all the evidence with great sagacity.
The narrator talked to the police in a nice and calm manner and told them nothing was wrong. The police man believed him without any suppositions, but the goading of the old man's heart forced him into giving in.