True!-nervous-very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am;
but will you say that I am mad? The disease sharpened my senses- not destroyed- not dulled them
Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell.
How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily- how calmly I can tell you the whole story.
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man.
IN HEAD: I hate his eye so much. It is so scary. I should just kill him.
Oh! Hello, sir. I,m doing fine.
Hi, Jon! How are you?
He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture- a pale blue eye, with a film over it.
See you later, man!
IN HEAD: Yep. Im gonna kill him and his Evil Eye.
And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it-oh, so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put a dark lantern, all closed, closed, so that no light shone out, and then I thrust my head in.