I know! I'll kill the old man.. His eye will bother me no more!
What? Who's there!?
It's impossible to say how first the idea came to my mind; but once conceived, it scared me day and night. I decided I was going to kill the old man! Not because hated him, for he had never wronged me, but because of his eye, vulture-like. Hideous.
Yes! I've finally done it! I've rid myself of this evil eye!
For seven long nights- every night just at midnight, I watched him lie there, in hope of finding his putrid eye open so I could do the deed. But alas, the eye was always closed.
On the eighth night, he suddenly awoke from his slumber. My own fault, as you see my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening of the lantern. Causing him to jolt awake.
Prefect, now I can be at ease.
As his heartbeat grew louder and louder, I feared the neighbours might hear it. I had to finish him quickly. So that I did.
I dismembered his body with precision, letting no blood spill onto the floor. I let the tub catch it all.
I had put his body under the floor boards. No one would be able to find him. No one! I replaced the floorboards so cleverly that no human eye could ever see it was tampered with!