The Tell-Tale-Heart
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Assignment 20 (Summative)
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- The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe
- Lemme tell you a story. The story of how I ended up here in this place. How I was wrongly accused of being a mad man.
- I was working for a sweet old man. Taking care of him. I genuinely liked the man. But he had one eye larger than the other. An eye that wanted to kill.
- An eye that is always staring at me, watching me, following my every move to plan an attack. I was never safe around it.
- The only way I could protect myself from its evil intentions was to kill it, kill the source, kill the old man.
- I snuck into his room at night when he was asleep, ready to do what had to be done. Would a mad man be so careful? But his eyes were closed and the old man looked too innocent to touch, like a flower. I couldn't kill him like this. So I decided to leave and find another way.
- But I was too loud and the old man woke up frightened and turned the lights on.
- Who's there?
- *Crack*
- I turned around only to be met with his eye. The demon, the evil, the destroyer. I wouldn't let it live another day.
- What are you doing in here?
- I pulled the old man to the floor and grabbed a pillow, smothering him until he took his last breath.
- AHHHHHHH!
- Relief washed over me once I knew the old man was dead. The eye was dead. I felt like I won, I defeated the evil. Nothing could hurt me now. I threw the old man's body in the closet to keep it safe and conceal it.
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- I went downstairs to sit in the living room and relax because now I was safe and I could live comfortably.
- Until I heard an unsettling sound. The sound of a heartbeat coming from upstairs. The closet maybe? No, it couldn't be! I killed the man. But what if the eye came back for me?
- *Thump*
- *Thump*
- *Thump*
- My whole body shook with fear as the beats got louder and louder.
- *Thump*
- *Thump*
- *Thump*
- Enough! This had gone on for too long. I had to be separated from the evil, forever. Locked up and safe where no one could touch me. Not even the demon eye.
- I ran up the stairs as fast as lightning with my cell phone in hand. Ready to turn myself in.
- I took the body out of the closet and laid it on the floor. Then I called the police and confessed my crime.
- 911, What is your emergency?
- Police! Police! Please save me! I've done a terrible thing.
- The police showed up and handcuffed me to take me to prison, where I will spend the rest of my life safe from the eye.
- Please officer, get me out of here now!
- And that's how I ended up here in this cold and lonely place.
- I thought I'd be happy here. But the eye lives on. It lives in my dreams and my thoughts. In a place where I can never escape from it.
- Well that's it for me. Now that you know I'm not a mad man, I must sleep as it is night time and I am old and very tired. So long and goodnight.
- I drift into a state of rest to meet with my worse nightmare that haunts me every night for the rest of my life. The spirit of the demon eye.
- The End
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