Narrator: I lived with an old man. That old man had nothing wrong, except his deceiving eye. I knew that every time I saw that vulture eye it would catch me off guard. I knew I had to get rid of it. You might call me mad, oh no, I have all the right reasons why I'm not mad.
Get Rid of The Evidence
Narrator: I loved that old man. But his eye always got the best of me. Like he had his own personal devil living in that eye. But I had plan to take away the eye, but I would also have to take his life. I'm not mad, because I did it oh so cautiously.
Narrator: Every night at midnight I waited for the old man to wake up to see that vulture eye. But he kept sleeping, until one fateful night where I oh so cautiously opened the door to see the eye slowly come open, and that's when I struck!
I dismembered the body oh so cautiously because I used a tub to contain the blood. I stored the body under the scatlings and I was oh so confident, oh yes.
The police arrived and I was oh so confident that I sat my chair under the body.