The Telltale Heart 2
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- I was so cautious on the eighth night, and with the thought that he never had dreamt of me staring at him made me chuckle and he had moved in his bed slightly. I did not drawback though I kept going in until my thumb slipped and he sprang up shouting who's there! I did not move or speak for an hour and the old man did the same.
- The old man had groaned. I knew that groan well it was of pure terror. And I had known he was awake ever since the first noise as he had turned in the bed. He had been trying to say the noises were a rat or a cricket. But it was all in vein as death was approaching him
- I had opened my lantern after I had not heard him lie down. And the ray of light had fallen straight upon the vulture eye. It had angered me
- It had angered me greatly, but I had kept my calm. This madness you say I have could it be a mistake for over acuteness of the senses? As a dull beating was hitting my ears. Now I know what that sound is. It was the sound of the old mans heart beating It increased my rage. I kept my calm until the beating grew louder and louder until it grew too loud for me to bear. A neighbour may hear I thought, so I jumped on the man as he did a singular shriek as I pull him off the bed and put it on top of him suffocating him. He was stone dead. I dismembered the body and hid it in the floorboards.
- It was 4 o' clock when the bell rang. I opened it to 3 men who entered the home. They were police officers, someone had heard a shriek in the night. I had nothing to fear so I opened the door to them. I told them the shriek was my own for I had a bad dream. And the old man had been out for the week. I allowed them to search well until I brought them to his chambers with chairs for them to sit down and rest. As I put my own on the very spot his body was.
- As time went on I answered cheerfully and had convinced the officers that nothing was wrong. I grew pale and a headache started to form. Then a dull beating was ringing in my ears. I had wished them gone. My face got paler and I kept Answering their questions but the beating got louder and louder. I gasped for breath but the officers did nto hear it I paced. What could I do? Why arn't they gone? I foamed and raved. It got louder and louder. They had definitely heard. They had suspected! They knew! They were mocking me! I had thought anything was better than this agony! I couldn't bear their smiles any longer! Louder! Louder! Louder! I shrieked "Villains! I admit the deed! I killed the old man! Right here! Under the planks! The beating of his tormenting heart!
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