The Tell-Tale Heart
TRUE! – nervous – very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses – not destroyed – not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily – 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 had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture – a pale blue eye, with a 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.
this Is L.W.B myself I love horror stories .one of my personal favorite story is The Tell- Tale Heart I remember the first time that I heard of this story was in school . I heard the story on a tape,The story it self did not scared me but the way the person on the tape told it scared me beyond belief I remembering jumping out of my chair and wanting to run out of the classroom.since that day I read tell -tale heart many times and now I love reading this story and other great stories by Edgar Allan poe