I don't know how the idea came to my head, I loved the old man it was just his vultures eye, when ever I saw it my blood ran cold. I need to do something about it.
On the eighth night I went into his room like I always do, I peep my head in, I hear a groan. It was those groans of mortal terror, the old man says, "who's there!?" I stood there for an hour waiting. Eventually I got tired of waiting and went in. I pulled him down and pulled the mattress over him until I coundnt hear him any more, he was dead.
After I murderd him I chopped him Up in the bathroom, it was to easy, there was no blood stains no nothing.