Yes, I was nervous to kill the old man. But now that it is over, I can tell the story calmer than ever.
Rising Action 1
Killing him will not be a problem.
Rising Action 2
Now is the chance. Now is the time!
The narrator is nervous, but is able to tell us how calmly he can tell the story. He claims he loved the old man, and it was only the vulture eye that bothered him. He wanted nothing from the old man, except for his eye to be gone. After the eye had enraged him enough, he decided to murder the old man.
Because of your eye!
The narrator thinks of a plan on how to kill the old man. He watches the old man sleep for seven nights. He goes up to the old man's room, holding a lantern, and peaks his head in every night through a little crack in the door. He always checked to see if the old man's vulture eye was open. Every morning, the narrator would inquire how the old man slept the previous night. But everything changed on the eighth night.
They know... I know they do...
On the eighth night, he was more careful than any other night. He peaked his head in to the pitch black room, just like any other night. All of a sudden, his thumb slipped against the fastening of the lantern, waking the old man up. In terror, the old man lie awake while the narrator stood still in the door way, not wanting to move a muscle because the old man would notice him. After a while, he shone a thin ray of light from the lantern on the vulture eye, and it was open. The sight of the eye infuriated the narrator, making him want to kill the old man even more.
Anxiety now seized the narrator. Would the old man be heard by a neighbor? The narrator decides that it's time for the old man to go. He threw open the lantern and dove into the old man's room, yelling loudly. The old man shrieked with fear, and the narrator pulled him to the floor. He then pulled the heavy mattress over the old man, suffocating him. The old man is now dead. The eye would no longer bother the narrator.
Why are you doing this?
The narrator puts the old man's corpse in the bathtub, dismembering him. He then pulled up three pieces of the floorboard, and putting the different pieces of the body underneath the floor. Out of nowhere, there's a knock on the door. Confidently, the narrator answers it, just to find the cops there. A neighbor had heard. The cops decided to search the home, and with a positive feeling about the murder he had committed, he invited the men to sit down and talk. Out of self-assurance, the narrator places his chair right above the corpse. After a while, the narrator begins to get anxiety. He begins to think that the cops are mocking him, and the ringing in his ears gets louder and louder.
The narrator flips out. He has a panic attack because he believes the cops know what he has done. He admits to the murder, and tells the cops to "tear up the planks!"