this is my story board
The night waned on and I inched closer and closer to seeing his evil eye sleeping. I could tell that the old man was scared. I wanted that eye to go away and this was the only way I could.
You may think I am mad, but I am not. A mad man would not be so clever as I am. The reason I wanted him dead was because of his voltured eye, it haunted me. the man was kind but when I saw that eye my blood turned cold.
So when e least expected it I flipped the mattress over on to him. This noise kept thumping, and it was getting louder and louder. Like it was making a mockery of me!
After I dismembered the body and hid in in the scantlings, I heard a knock on the door.
The police said that they hd gotten a complaint through that night of a scream. Vehemently I showed them a search through the house.
I DID IT LOOK UNDERNEATH THE FLOOR BOARDS, I AM THE ONE THAT KILLED HIM.
The noise started again, it got louder and louder. I couldn't take it anymore the dead mans heart kept taunting me.
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