It was a dark and dreary night, when everything was silent. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, except, for the man who resided in this mansion here. He was very, very out of the ordinary.
I´M NOT CRAZY! I´M NOT MAD! I SWEAR! I SWEAR!
This madman lived alone with another man. He loved the man, the man had never done anything wrong to him. But his eye, his Evil Eye stared at this madman endlessly, and he would no longer stand for it.
That eye. That wretched, horrible eye! Something must be done about it.
The madman began to watch the old man sleep. for seven nights straight he did this. Watching that Evil Eye, waiting for the perfect time to make his move and get the job done once and for all. He had the kill the eye. He had to kill the old man.
The madman finally did the deed. He killed the Evil Eye and he killed the old man, and he couldn't have been happier and more relived. He bragged the body across the house and stored it underneath the floor boards, where no one could find it.
Finally! FINALLY! My work is done.
Unfortunately for the madman, one of his neighbors overheard the old man's screams and alarmed the police.
Open up please, we've been called in for a complaint of loud screams!
The sound in the madman's ears only got worse and worse to the point where he couldn't take it. He became so enraged and paranoid, that he knew the police knew everything. It became too much for him, he couldn't take a single second more, so like a madman would do, he screamed into the air confessing to the murder.
The police were nice and friendly, and the madman being a madman he had no fear of them finding anything. He showed them around every corner and every inch of his house, and he was right, they didn't find anything. But something started to bother the madman. He began to hear something, it was the old man's heart beating from underneath the floor boards