I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
No one will find his body now.
I would open a little crack in the door that lead to the old man's room. Then I would place my head into the crack so cautiously oh so cautiously. Then when my head was in the room I would let a little a very little crevice in the lantern. The ray of light always fell unto the old man's eye. And I did this every night for several long nights around midnight.
We are from the police station
Just play it cool and we'll be alright.
I heard the man get and cry "Who's there?" That's when I knew that he had been lying wake since the first slight noice, when he turned in his bed. Everynight he tried to confort himself saying that 'it is just a criket' or 'it is just a mouse', but all in vain for death was slowly approaching.
Villains! Disemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!
You blew it dude!
I removed three wodeen boards from the floor and placed the corps between the scantlings and placed them back in so carefully and cunningly that no human eye not even his could see that something was wrong.
There entered three men who with perfect suavity introduced themselves as police officers. A shriek had been heard y a neighbor and they were sent here to investigate if anything was wrong. For what had I to fear as I bade them welcome and even set out three chairs and asked them to rest their fatigues.
As we spoke I heard a low, quick, dull sound. It was like when a watch in enveloped in cotton. It grew louder and louder, and yet the officers heard it not. Is it possible that they didn't hear it? No they heard it they knew about it and, yet they just sat their smiling. It grew louder and louder. I swore and even through the chair to the floor with violent gesticulations and they still stayed. They just smiled and smiled at my agony.