The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe
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the telltale hunt by your island. It's true. Yes, I have been a very But why do you say that? I have lost control of my mind. Why do you say that? I am mad. Ken. Can you not see that I have full control of my mind? It is not clear that I'm not much indeed. The illness only made my mind My feelings. My sense is stronger, more powerful. My my sense of hearing especially became more powerful. I I could hear sounds I had never heard before. I had sounds of heaven. I heard Sounds of ****. Listen, listen. And I will tell you how it happened. You will see and you will hear how healthy my mind is. It is impossible to say how the idea first entered my head. There was no reason what I did. I did not hate the old man. I even loved him. He had never heard me. I did not want his money. I think it was his eye. I was like the i V vulture the eye of one of those terrible birds that watch and wait while Alamos die and they fall upon the dead body and pull it to pieces to eat it. When the old man looked at me with his vulture guy code feeling what happened down my back, even my blood became code. So I finally decided it had to kill the old man and close that I forever. So you think that I'm mad? A madman cannot plan. But But you should've seen me during all of that week. I was as friendly to the old man as I could be warm and loving every night about travel clock slowly open the door. And when the door was open wide enough, I put my hand in and then my head in my hand, I held, like, covered over the Clough so that no light show on Guy I stood there quietly, carefully. I lifted the close just a little so that a single thin, small light fell across the eye for seven nights. I did this seven long nights every night at midnight. Always the eye was closed. So it was impossible for me to do the work. It wasn't the old man I felt I had to kill. It was the eye, his evil eye. Every morning I went to his room with a warm, friendly voice. I asked him how he had slaps and he could not guess that every night just a 12 5. I looked at him. Is he slept that eighth night? That was more than usually Keppel. As I opened the door, they hands of a clock moved more quickly than did my hand. Never before had I felt so strongly of my own power. How is now sure of success through Old man was lying, not dreamy, that I was at his door suddenly moved in his bed. You may think I became afraid, but no, no, The darkness is in room was thick and black and I knew he could not see the opening of a door on I continued to push the door slowly, softly I put my head in. I put in my hand with a covered light. Suddenly the old man straight up in bed sat and cried. Who was there? I stood quite still for what seemed like a whole hour. Did not move? No. Did I hear him again? Lie down in his bed? He just I said that listening. Then I heard a sound loud crime fear which escaped from the old man Now I knew that he was sitting up in his bed. Feel good fear. I knew that he knew that I was there. Did not see me there. He I could not Humi. He felt me that no, he knew that death. I was standing there slowly. Little by little, I lifted the cloth until a small small night escape from Annette to fall upon to fall upon that vulture. It was open, wide, wide open. My anger increased as it looks straight at me. I could not see the old man's face only that I that hard a new I beyond his party came like ice. They're not told you that my here he had become unusually strong. Now we could hear a low, soft sand like like the sound of a clock head to a wolf. It was the beating of the old man's art. I tried to stand quietly, but this hunger loud The old man's fear was have been great indeed, and a sound grew louder in my anger became greater. No painful for pain, But it was more than anger. Quiet night in a dark silence of the bedroom. My anger became freer for the heart was beating so loudly that was show someone must here the time had come. I rushed into the room crying Di di, the old man gave a loud cry or fear as I fell upon him and held the bedcovers tightly. His heart was beating who But I smiled as I felt the success was near. For many minutes the heart continue to beat. But at last Bt it's stopped. The old man was dead. I take away the bedcovers and held me hard. There was no sound. Hey, is he was dead, Dead as a stone whose I would trouble me no more. So I am mad. You say you should have seen how careful I wass to put the body when no one could find it. Like I love the end with arms and then legs. Now careful not to let a single drop of blood fall on the floor. That pulled up three of the boards for floor there and I put the pieces of the body there there. Then I put the bones down again Carefully, carefully, carefully, so carefully that no human eye I could see that they had been moved. And as I finish this work, I heard that someone was at the door. It was now four o'clock in the morning still dark. No more fear. However, as I went down to open the door, three men who had the door three officers of the police, uh, one of the neighbours that hurt the old man's crying, called the police. These three had come to ask questions and to search the house. I politely asked the policeman to come in. The Christ said was my own dream. Bad Gene, the old man. I said he was away, and I think he had gone to visit a friend in the country. I took them through the whole house, telling them to search it'll to search. Well, I let them finally into the old man's bedroom. Ahs. If I was playing a game with him, I I asked him to sit down and talk for a while. My easy, quiet manner that the policemen believed my storey. So they sat talking with me in a friendly way. But although I answered them in the same way, I said wish that they would go to my head and there was a strange sound in my head. I talked more and faster and the sound became clear and me still still sat down and talked. Suddenly I knew the sound was not in my ears. It was not just inside my head. At that moment, I must have become quit white. I talked to faster and louder, and the sound too became louder. It was quick, low, soft sound like the sound of a clock through a wall. The sound I knew well. Lau died became and louder. Why did the man not go? Lada? Lada? I stood up and we'll quickly around the room. I pushed my chair across the floor to make more noise to cover that terrible sound. And I talked even louder. And the men's satin talked and smiled. Was it possible that they could not here? No, No, no. Now they had. I was certain of it. They knew? No. They were playing a game with me. That I was suffering more than I could bear their smiles from that sound. Louder! Louder! Suddenly I could better know who I'm pointed at the bush and cried. Yes! Yes, I killed him! Pull up the Bard's usual. See? I killed him. Why does not stop beating? Why does it not stop