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Now, I loved the old man I truly did, but there was something about him, his eye. Oh yes it was this, his eye, it was a vulture eye, it's ugly pale blue bothering me constantly. The thought entered my brain, yes I was going to take his life, then the eye would bother me no more.
Every night around midnight, I would go up to his room and open a little crevice in the lantern to see him, and his evil eye. Oh that eye, I hated oh so most, it bothered me above all and anything.
Yes, tonight was the night I would take the life of the old man. I entered into his room and opened a very, very little crevice in the lantern, and oh, oh my, there it was his evil eye, but soon it would bother me no more. When I opened the crevice it slipped and made a sound, that woke up the old man. He sprang up saying, "Who's there!?"
Search, search well.
The old man's hour had come, there was a slight sound such one as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton, but it was my own heart beating, with more fury and anxiety every moment. I lept into the room, pulled the old man off his bed and suffocated him.
The heart beat on for a little longer, until it ceased, he was stone cold dead. Now you think me mad, but wait as I describe for you the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body . First, I dismembered the body, and deposited it all between the scantlings, no blood, a tub had caught all.
I heard a knock on the front door, and there entered three men as officers of the police. They were deputed to search the area after a neighbor heard a shriek, I said it was my own in a dream, and the old man was gone on vacation. I bade them search, search well.
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