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The Tell-Tale heart by Edgar Allan Poe-fiction narrative story

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I had been nervous and am, but not mad, hearing is of course acute. I heard all things in the heaven and the earth. I heard many things in the hell and can’t say how first the idea entered my brain but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none, and there was no passion. I loved the old man. It was his eyes. He had the eyes of a vulture. A pale blue eye. I made up my mind to take the life of the old man and thus rid myself of the forever .you fancy me mad. Madman know nothing You should have seen me how wisely I proceeded -with caution ,with foresight I went to work . I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him . You would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in . I moved slowly so that I might not be disturbed the old man’s sleep. I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye . And I did for seven long nights, but I found the eyes always closed. Upon the 8th night, I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. Never before that night ,had I felt the extent of my own powers .-of my sagacity . He moved on the bed as if startled His room was as black as pitch. The old man sprang up in bed and cried “Who is there?”I kept quite still and said nothing. I heard a slight groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or grief. He had been trying to comfort himself with these superstitions but all in vain because death he had stalked with his black shadow before him and enveloped the victim. It was open. The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them . The noise increased, and It grew louder and louder wide, wide open I saw a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones. There came to my ears a low dull sound. If you still think me mad, you will think not so long when i describe wise precautions and then what was done by his mutilated body”? It was 10.00 pm when the police officers arrived I was in the wild audacity because I have placed own seat upon the very spot. The noise grew louder and louder ultimately they heard”Villain-tear up the I shrieked “dissemble no more, I admit the deed, tear up the planks here. It is the beating of his hideous heart.

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