You might think that I am mad. because that is much easier for you to comprehend. but you'll come to see that I am not. That i am perfectly sane with nothing but a more acute sense of everything.
I have been watching the man every night for 7 days, always wary of my actions. But I could never kill him at these times. For it was not him that vexed me, but his eye.
Today, he woke up. And I saw his evil eye. It filled me with rage but I stayed in the shadows and refrained from doing anything until I could stand it no longer.
Is something there?
I can hear the sound of his heartbeat getting louder...
I had dragged his bed over him and killed him! I took all the right precautions to hide his body so that no one would ever be able to find it.
The old man is dead!!!
I invited the police in, perfectly fine with their company at first. I lied and convinced them that nothing was wrong. But something was. A sound that only I could hear became louder and louder until it was no longer tolerable. I didn't know what it was but I did know that I would do anything to stop it. And so I revealed the truth.
It was me who screamed. I was having a nightmare.
Villains! Dissemble no more! I admit the deed!—tear up the planks!—here, here!—it is the beating of his hideous heart!