It is impossible to say how the first idea entered mt brain; but once concieved, it haunted me day and night.
I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult> For his gold I had no desire> i think it was his eye!yes,it was this>
He had they eye a vulture- a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold., and so by degrees i made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself the eye forever
Every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it- oh so gently i did this every night for seven nights, but i found the eye always closed, so it was impossible to do the work.
Upon the eighth night the old mans hour had come! With a loud yell, i threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once- once only. In an instant i dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him.
First of all i dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs