I loved the old man he was so nice to me, and I believe he loved me like his own son. There was one idea that haunted me. His eye. Oh yes it was this it was that of a vultures. It was evil.
Seven days before I killed the old man, I treated him better than I ever had before. Every night just at 12 I would walk up to his chambers and watch him and his eye.
On the eighth night i had planned to kill him. I was never more precautious. It took me an hour to get to his chambers. I slowly peeked my head in the room.
I killed the old man. His vulture eye would bother me not. I felt a sense of relief.
If you find me mad, think no more for I shall tell you the precautions I took to conceal the body. I dismembered the body. FIrst the legs, then the arms, and finally the head. Then i got three planks from his chambers and concealed him there.
It was very early in the morning and I heard a knock on my door. There was three cops outside. They got a call in for foul play. I had concealed everything so good that I showed them around the house and told them that the old man was out hunting.