I loved the old man. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. But he had the eye of a vulture -- a pale blue eye.
And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it. And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head. And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye.
Hey! Good morning, how was your night?
Night # 8
I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening
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.