The Tell Tale Heart
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- The Tell Tale Heart
- Whos there ?!?!
- It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! 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.
- The shriek, was my own in my dream
- The neighbor reported a shreik
- And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head.And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work
- Villains! dissemble no more! I admit the deed! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!
- Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door.To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled.until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.It was open --wide, wide open --and I grew furious as I gazed upon it.
- Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eve would trouble me no more.First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings.still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, --for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police.
- The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone.No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increasedI swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!
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