I loved the old man. He never wronged me. For his gold I had no desire.
The Tell Tale Heart Edgar Allen Poe
It was his eye! he had the eye of a vulture. whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold.
I made up my mind to rid myself of the eye forever. But how?
I looked upon him while he slept. Perhaps he heard me, for he arose in bed suddenly! I could feel his terror, hear his pounding heart, until it ceased. He had a heart attack and died!
I took up three planks from the floor of the chamber and deposited his carcass between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cunningly, that no living being could detect anything wrong. It was perfect!
It worked! I'm finally free of the gaze of his horrifying pale blue eye!
I brought chairs into the room, and in my perfect triumph, placed my own chair upon the very spot of the victim. I was at ease. Then i heard it, a low quick sound, it was the beating of the old mans heart! The police new! they sat and mocked. I couldn't take it any longer! I confessed!
I did it! It was me! He's here, under the floor! It's the beating of his hideous heart!