The narrator has approached the old mans room and peaked his head through the door.
By: Edgar Allan Poe
No one will ever find out, now your blue eye will forever trouble me no more
So you could see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night , just at twelve, I looked upon him while he slept
The narrator threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him.
ok you got me.... I killed him hes under the wood planks here here
*heart beating* boom boom
we got a call from the neighbors that they heard screaming coming from this house and we are just here to investigate
There was nothing to wash out, no stain of any kind, no blood spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all ha! ha!
I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so clevery, so cunningly, that no human eye not even his could have detected anything wrong.
no one will ever find out
I talked more quickly, more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I admit the deed! - tear up the planks! here, here! - It is the beating of his hideous heart