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I loved this old man. he had never wronged me. It was his eye. His eye haunted me
For the past week i have been peaking in his room. I couldn't keep it in any longer. i had ot kill him
I threw the mattress over him and heard the sound of his heart growing slower.I did it. The old man was dead. Now i shall bury him under the floorboards where no one could find him
I heard the doorbell ring. I open it and find my fear to become a reality. three men dressed in uniform entered. " the neighbors reported foul play." do you mind if we take a look ?"
My ears began to ring. I grew pale. I could here the dead man under the floor boards in my imagination. He was getting the best of me.
I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! "Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"
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