A man is thinking of killing an older man he lives with, this is the story....
I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult
I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it.
Every Night around 12 I would open the door. On the eighth night I was extra careful on opening the door
When my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked) I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye.
With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done.
I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings.
Officers then came in around four to investigate. At first I was calm but the guilt ate me up inside till I could no longer bear it.
Villains!, Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!