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  • Exposition
  • Rising Action
  • Climax
  • I loved the old man, but his eye, oh that eye, it filled me with such dread, I could not find any other thing to do other than kill the old man and rid myself of that eye. It twas a pity he had to die but that eye had to go and there was no other way.
  • Falling action
  • Every night for a week I checked on him just after midnight, yet the eye was always closed and I could not kill the old man because it was the eye I wanted ,not the old man.
  • Resolution
  • Then one night, I was even more careful than before when I checked on the old man. It took me a whole hour before the door was open enough for me to poke my head and lantern in. Oh- how dreadful it was when my finger slipped on the tin fastening to the lantern and it let out an awful screech and the old man jumped up, wide awake. The eye was open. Yet I waited, hours passed, until the old man lay back down, still I wait, I hear a moan escape the old mans lips. I then hear the sound of a clock beating in cotton, this sound I knew well, it was the sound of a mans beating heart, this drove me mad, furious, I struck. I dragged the old man off the bed and through the heavy mattress over him and waited till he stopped moving. It was completed, the eye was gone, yet the sound continued on.
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  • Later that night the police stopped by the house, what had I to fear, I had done it perfectly there was no evidence, no blood had escaped while I cut up the old man, for a tub had caught it all, I had put the body parts under floor boards. They reported that a neighbor had reported screams being heard. I told them that the scream was my own night terrors and nothing more, I invited them in and told them the master had left for a trip to the country and would be away for a while.
  • They sat and laughed for hours. Soon I started to get anxious, then I heard it, the sound of a clock ticking when wrapped in cotton. It was the old mans heart, but how he was dead. Was it mine, no, no it couldn't be, it was his the old mans dreadful heart haunted me even after death. Dear god why would they not hurry up and leave. I started raving, growing furious. How could they not hear, oh but they heard, they knew. THEY WERE MOCKING ME< OH THE HOW THEY WERE MOCKING ME THE HEATHENS, THEY KNEW AND THEY WERE MOCKING ME. I shouted at them to disassemble and other things, I ripped up the floor boards and showed them were he was, I admitted the dreadful dead.
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