The old mad was staying with me, i had no hate towards him. but his eye, yes his eye it gave me shivers every time i looked at it.
every night at midnight i would open the door to the old mans room and peek my head in ever so slowly, it took me an hour to fit my head completely in to the door! and every morning I would come and wake the old man, telling him he passed the night well. so you see, he never would have suspected that every night at mid night i would watch him sleep.
as I stepped into his room, he still laid their, motionless. i carefully, oh so carefully raised my and up to the lantern but my finger slipped and the hing creaked loudly. the old man shot up in bed and yelled "who is there?!"
the thin light that fell through the little slip. it fell straight on to his eye! i did not move, i stayed still. then, i heard the soft sound, like a clock in cotton. it was the old mans heart beat. THE OLD MANS TIME WAS DONE!
if you still think i am mad, listen to how i disposed of the body. i did not get a speck of blood in sight after i was done. i had drained the old mans body in the bath tub you see, then i cut his arms and legs and buried his body in the floor bordes
i was calm and collected when the othritys came knocking of my door and i was calm, untill i heard the heart beat again and agian! they were mocking me, i know they could hear it to, so i confessed