''To suspect every night, just at Twelve, I looked in upon him as he slept.''
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out
Whos there?
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.
In an instant i dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him
The narrarator would peak at the old man sleeping every night for 7 nights just to see the old man with his eyes always closed
I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all below the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye could detect anything wrong
The narrartor was about to sneak into the old man's room but accidentally made a loud noise and the old man sprung up in his bed in terror
The Narrator picks up the bed and is over the old man about to drag it over him, and kill him.
The Narrator is hiding the body after he dismembered it in the tub, under the floor boards.