Once upon a time there was a man who said he was not mad but everyone knew he was. He claimed that he heard all things in heaven, on earth, and in hell. He lived with an old man, he loved the man dearly.
I am not mad, how could a man as smart as me be mad?
Even though the man loved the old man dearly there was something about the old man that he couldn’t stand.
Good morning sir!
The man could not stand the old mans eye. "One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture—a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold"
The man had went in the old mans room every night for a week on the 8th night the old man heard something and saw a light. He sat up in his bed. When the man saw the vulture eye he decided to kill the man....
"Then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye—not even his—could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out—no stain of any kind—no blood-spot whatever."
I did it, I murdered the old man because of his eye.
The neighbors called the police when they heard a scream when they got to the house the man (the murder) welcomed them in. He "could" hear the mans heart beating in the floor. So he confessed to the crime. What happened after that who knows.