I can hear it all, my senses have been shaped by the disease. My hearing sense has been acuted.
You may say I am mad, but look with which calm I am telling you the story.
I had decided to kill the old man.
I had nothing against the old man. It was his evil vulture eye the one freaking me out.
His eyes were never opened, so I couldn't achieve my purpose.
During 7 nights at midnight I went to the old man's house, and tried to enter with all my caution.
The old man groaned showing his fear and horror.
The old man's terror must have been extreme, because his heart was beating really loud.
During the eighth night, while I was about to open the lantern, my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man woke up.
BUM BUM, BUM BUM!
His beating was getting even louder, and I got surrounded by the fear a neighbor could hear the beating of his heart.
I decided the old man's time had arrived. I murdered him, following a strategic plan.
Suddenly I started hearing a ringing in my ears, which was getting louder and louder, but it seemed as I was the only one listening to it. I started to loose control, and I continued to admit what I did, and show where the hideous heart of the old man was.
When the officers arrived I was pretty confident with my explanation of what had happened, and the officers were satisfied with my manners.