The old man never wronged me, it was just his eye. His hideous vulture eye
So I have decided to sneak into his house every night to watch his eye as he slept.
For seven nights our narrator has watched the old man sleep. Leaving a thin ray of light on him to see his vulture eye. But then old man heard him one night and his heart sped up.
But on the eighth night, our narrator just couldn't take the eye anymore. It gave him anxiety and his blood ran cold whenever he saw it. So he decided to suffocate the old man with a mattress.
After the old man died our narrator buried him under the floor boards. Shortly after, three police men arrived.
Good evening sir.
The man suddenly felt ill, he began hearing the heart beat of the old man and couldn't take the guilt anymore. He then confessed to the police men by tearing the floor boards and showing them the corpse.