Though I did kill the old man I am not mad. I did not kill him for his money or out of passion. But simply out of fear over his blue eye.
Every night I would sneak into the old man's apartment and watch him sleep, unknowingly to him.
On the 8th night the old man woke up in fright. I pitied him, knowing he suffered from night terrors. I then heard his pounding heart beat. It was so loud I feared the neighbors would hear. I then decided it was time to kill him.
After killing him I hid his body parts underneath the floor boards I made sure not to spill a drop of blood. I then heard a knock on the door.
The police arrived, and I showed them around every part of the house. I was very chatty, and made sure they did not suspect a thing. But then I heard the heart beat of the old man.
I panicked, knowing the police officers must be hearing the heart beat. I shirked and confessed to killing the old man and demanded they ripped up the floor boards.