The eighth night I was more than usually careful as I opened the old man's door.
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I slowly moved the old man's door.. He moved but I was not afraid. I carefully put my hand and my head into the covered light..
Suddenly the old man sat up in his bed and yelled!
Who's there?!?
I heard a low cry of fear which escaped from the old man. Now I knew that he was filled with fear, sitting up and I knew he knew I was there.
I stood quite still. I didn't move for a whole hour. I heard and felt the old man's fear. He did not lay back in his bed..
Slowly, I lifted the cloth off the bed until a small light fell on that vulture eye! It was open, wide open, and I got more furious as it looked straight at me!Only that eye, that hard, blue eye, caused the blood in my body to become like ice.
I heard the beating of the old man's heart. It grew louder as his fear increased, and as it grew louder, I got more angrier.
My anger quickly became fear. The heart was beating so loudly I thought someone else could hear! The time has come!I rushed into the room crying for the old man to die.
The old man gave a cry of fear as I held the bedcovers tightly over his head.His heart kept beating, beating but then..It eventually stopped. The old man was dead as a stone! His eye will trouble me no more!