tell tale heart
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- It was a Sunday evening when my caretaker assisted me to the dinner table, he carefully placed a bowl of hot soup onto the table, then I lifted up the ladle and supped the vegetable soup slowly. I have always sensed that my caretaker has always been against my vulture eye, but I never took it personally.
- This particular week was odd as my caretaker has shown tenderness all the more so. Every day at the dead of night, I heard footsteps but never thought anything of it. I arose at the sight of daylight by the cheerful sound of my custodian who I consider one of my own children.
- good morning sir!
- A couple nights later, it was around the witching hour when I was sound asleep and heard a clang, I leaped out of my bed as my heart began to beat rapidly. There was no sound except for the noise of silence. For a whole hour, I sat on my bed listening, convincing myself that it is only the chirps of crickets.
- WHO'S THERE?!
- A long duration of time passed by and just as I was settling down, I felt a beam of light traveling through my chamber. I instantly opened my pale-blue eye as my heart began to grow louder and louder by the second.
- Suddenly a familiar figure sprang into the room and pulled me vigorously to the ground while placing my weighted bed onto my body, yet my heart had not given up. Slowly, I took my last breath as my eyes shut for the last time and my heart went blacker than night.
- Astonishingly, the core of my heart slowly began to beat again only this time it pounded louder than ever before.
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