Audiobook Horror demo
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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This is the tell tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe. True nervous. Very, very dreadfully nervous. I had bean and am But why would you say that? I am mad. The disease had sharpened my senses. Not destroyed, not dulled. Hm. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in ****. How then am I mad? Harken and observe how healthfully, How calmly I can tell you the whole story. 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'd never wronged me. He'd never given me insult for his gold. I had no desire. I think it was his I Yes, it was this He had the eye of a vulture A pale blue eye with the 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. Now this is the point. You fancy me mad, mad man? No, nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded. With what? Caution With what? Foresight? With what dissimulation. I went to work. I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. 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 so that no light shone out. And then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in. I moved it slowly, very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Would any madman have been so wise? Is this And then when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously. Oh, so cautiously, cautiously for the hinges creaked. I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture I and this I did for seven long nights, every night, just a midnight. But I found that I always closed. So it was impossible to do the work, for It was not the old man who vexed me but his evil eye.