"Every night about twelve o’clock I slowly opened his door. And when the door was opened wide enough I put my hand in, and then my head. In my hand I held a light covered over with a cloth so that no light showed. And I stood there quietly."
"Now I could hear a quick, low, soft sound, like the sound of aclock heard through a wall. It was the beating of the old man’s heart."
"I rushed into the room, crying, “Die! Die!” The old man gave a loud cry of fear as I fell upon him and held the bedcovers tightly over his head."
"First I cut off the head, then the arms and the legs. I pulled up three of the boards that formed the floor, and put the pieces of the body there."
"Suddenly I could bear it no longer. I pointed at the boards and cried, 'Yes! Yes, I killed him. Pull up the boards and you shall see! I killed him. But why does his heart not stop beating?! Why does it not stop!?'"