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You may think that I am mad, but this is not the case. If you could have seen how wisely I proceeded with my plan, you would know this already. You see, the old man's vulture eye made my blood ran cold every time it fell upon me, so I realized that there was only one solution: I needed to kill him.
THE TELL-TALE HEART
Every night for a week, I crept into his room, but he suspected nothing because I spoke boldly and cheerfully to him during the day.
On the eighth night, I was ready to complete the work. I crept into his room as usual, but this time, I couldn't help but chuckle- my plan was working so perfectly! He sat up, but it was too dark for him to see me.
Villains! Dissemble no more! I admit the deed!- tear up the planks!- here, here!- it is the beating of his hideous heart!
I saw the terrible eye, I heard the heart beating- low, dull, and quick- and I was infuriated. I smothered him with his bed, and went to work concealing the body. I dismembered him and hid everything beneath the flooring. The deed was done.
Two men came to the door, introducing themselves as police officers. I welcomed them, and showed them around the house, finally leading them to the old man's room to rest there.
I was quite comfortable, quite self-assured for a time... but then I heard it. A low, dull, quick sound... the beating of the old man's heart! It grew louder and louder until I could stand it no more! The police- they knew! They heard! The hypocrites! I could not stand one more second of this derision! I confessed all.
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