Narrator: It was an ordinary day at work, I had no desire to squeeze the life out of that old man.I'll talk about it later
Narrator: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. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
What was that!
I cant hold it longer, I killed the old man he's under the blanket.