Now let me tell you a story, its impossible to say how the idea entered my head, there was no reason for what i did, but i think it was his vulture eye. Now you might be wondering what i did, well i killed a old man.
Well i went into his room, every night for seven days before i killed him. First, i would peek my head into the room. Then i would shine a light on to his vulture eye. I felt like his vulture eye was evil.
Then it was the night i decided to kill him. I was opening the door to his room when he sat up and yelled "WHO THERE". I stood as still as i could for one hour straight, and i did not hear him lay back down in bed.
Then i decided to strike. But before that i heard his heart beating in my ear it was soft and quick. Then the noise got louder and i ran in, and pushed the mattress on top of him and he screamed a loud scream of fear.
Then i cut up his body and hid his body under the floor board and i pulled a chair over it. Then the next morning, the cops knock on my door and said they heard a scream coming from this house. But then the beating started aging.
Then the beating got louder and faster. i couldn't take the noise, and it was getting louder and faster and i yelled "I KILLED HIM" and then the cops arrested me. Then I showed them where i hid the body and I was put in prison.