"The Tell-Tale heart"
Suspects point of View...
It was late at night, around twelve when I went back for my late-night visit, but its different this time... this time it was an endeavor attempt. I Gingerly (once again) snuck to the door leading to the chamber which lead to the old man, the old man with that eye, that eye i hate. You might say I'm a mad man, well your wrong, I'm no mad man! I was clad in back clothes including my face cover, but yet honestly i don't care if I'm shown, I don't care if you can see me.
After waiting in the hall ways for an hour for the old man to sleep, he finally does well at least i surmised that he did. I push open the whining door, and peak through the door, little by little until i hear... "who's there!?" the old man yelled with a gruesome voice. I quickly jump back to the hallway, the hallway that leads to the chamber, that lead to the old man with that eye, that eye i hate. I wait to hear the old man lay back down, but he stays sitting up in his bed, looking around, but of course because of that eye he couldn't see me peaking through the door, waiting for him to finally fall asleep.
Once another hour slowly passes by the man is peaceful deep sleeping, snoring as load as could be, step by step i get close to him, with my lantern, waiting to see that eye, that eye i hate, one last time. I made a cursory search around the chamber for something i could smother the old man with, i wonder should i electrify him, or should i cut him, causing an abrasion, and let him suffer,so with a grin on my face, i chuckled and i think to myself... that i know this is the night he will succumb.
I slowly but steadily grab the mattress hoping he doesn't wake up, and i push it on his face, and hold it there for a while, waiting for it to end, he grimaces, as he screeches, i am waiting for him to die. I'm glad i didn't hire anyone else to do this, because i know it was inventory, and I'm proud.
The morning after i noticed the police going around from house to house knocking on the door, my stomach started to hurt, and all i could think of was the heart beat of the old man.I simulated that i was fine, when the polices arrived, and they told me that the old mans neighbor heard the screech late at night, around two, and surmised it was someone around here, around your house. i tremble in the inside as I hear the old mans heart beat, going loader and louder, BUM BUM, BUM BUM, BUM BUM, i hear its tearing me up in the inside, its killing me, i think as i finally admit... "FINE FINE IT WAS ME, HERE'S THE BODY ITS UNDER THE FLOOR, RIGHT UNDER THAT CHAIR!" I yell as i point to the chair i was sitting in.
Suspects point of View...
It was late at night, around twelve when I went back for my late-night visit, but its different this time... this time it was an endeavor attempt. I Gingerly (once again) snuck to the door leading to the chamber which lead to the old man, the old man with that eye, that eye i hate. You might say I'm a mad man, well your wrong, I'm no mad man! I was clad in back clothes including my face cover, but yet honestly i don't care if I'm shown, I don't care if you can see me.
After waiting in the hall ways for an hour for the old man to sleep, he finally does well at least i surmised that he did. I push open the whining door, and peak through the door, little by little until i hear... "who's there!?" the old man yelled with a gruesome voice. I quickly jump back to the hallway, the hallway that leads to the chamber, that lead to the old man with that eye, that eye i hate. I wait to hear the old man lay back down, but he stays sitting up in his bed, looking around, but of course because of that eye he couldn't see me peaking through the door, waiting for him to finally fall asleep.
Once another hour slowly passes by the man is peaceful deep sleeping, snoring as load as could be, step by step i get close to him, with my lantern, waiting to see that eye, that eye i hate, one last time. I made a cursory search around the chamber for something i could smother the old man with, i wonder should i electrify him, or should i cut him, causing an abrasion, and let him suffer,so with a grin on my face, i chuckled and i think to myself... that i know this is the night he will succumb.
I slowly but steadily grab the mattress hoping he doesn't wake up, and i push it on his face, and hold it there for a while, waiting for it to end, he grimaces, as he screeches, i am waiting for him to die. I'm glad i didn't hire anyone else to do this, because i know it was inventory, and I'm proud.
The morning after i noticed the police going around from house to house knocking on the door, my stomach started to hurt, and all i could think of was the heart beat of the old man.I simulated that i was fine, when the polices arrived, and they told me that the old mans neighbor heard the screech late at night, around two, and surmised it was someone around here, around your house. i tremble in the inside as I hear the old mans heart beat, going loader and louder, BUM BUM, BUM BUM, BUM BUM, i hear its tearing me up in the inside, its killing me, i think as i finally admit... "FINE FINE IT WAS ME, HERE'S THE BODY ITS UNDER THE FLOOR, RIGHT UNDER THAT CHAIR!" I yell as i point to the chair i was sitting in.
nicee tiffany it was great you used the words were they belong.
ReplyDeletegood work I liked how you used the wordly wise words in a right and creative way, and i liked when you did this. beat, going loader and louder, BUM BUM, BUM BUM, BUM BUM and making the letter bigger and the sound gets larger.
ReplyDeletenice work