The caretaker had no desire for the old mans gold, and he love the old man dearly the old man returning the feelings. But there was something about the old man that bothered the caretaker and made him feel uncomfortable.
The thing that bothered the caretaker the most was the old mans pale blue eye. Which reminded him of a vultures eye. He didn't feel comfortable and the eye was the only thing that bothered the caretaker about the old man.
For seven nights the caretaker would go into the old mans room and stare at his blue eye with a lantern in his hand. He would try ever night at around midnight, to get to do something to the old mans eye. But by the eighth night the old man woke up.
I ADMIT THE DEED!!!!!!!!
At last the deed had been done and the old man had been killed by the caretaker with the mattress. The caretaker then hid the old man in the chamber after taking him apart. Then he put him under the floor boards.
After the caretaker hid the old man under the floor boards there was a knock on the door. It was three police officers, they had come to investigate because a neighbor called and said that they heard screaming. He had told them that the scream was his own and the old man was not home at the moment. He sat on top of the dead old man while they talked. For he had not to worry, he had hid the old man well.
The caretaker had started to hear a sound that was explained as the old man's heat beat. He started to get pail and nervous. The sound got louder and louder in his imagination, he couldn't take it anymore. "I ADMIT THE DEED," he had turned himself into those three police officers when he threw himself to the ground and pointed to the three boards on the ground.