THE TELL-TALE HEART

THE TELL-TALE HEART

1. YES, I HAVE BEEN SICK, very sick. But why do you say that I have lost control of my mind? Why do you say that I am crazy? Can't you see I'm in total control of my mind Isn't it clear that I'm not crazy?

   • He could hear sounds that he had never heard before. I heard sounds from the sky; and I heard sounds from hell! Hear! Listen and I'll tell you how it happened.
     • I did not hate the old man; I even loved him. He had never hurt me. He didn't want his money. I think it was his eye. His eye was like that of a vulture
       • • When the old man looked at me with his vulture eye, a sensation of cold went up and down my back; Even my blood ran cold And so I finally decided that I had to kill the old man and close that eye forever!
           • • Every night around twelve, he would slowly open his door. And when the door was opened enough, I reached in and then my head.
               • In my hand I held a light covered with a cloth so that no light was visible. And I stood there in silence.
                 • • For seven nights I did this, seven long nights, every night at midnight.
                     • • The eye was always closed, so it was impossible for me to do the job.
                         • • • The old man lay there without dreaming that I was at his door, suddenly the old man sat upright on the bed and shouted: "Who is there !!!"
                               • • Now he knew that Death was standing there.
                                   • • His vulture eye was wide open, and my anger increased when he looked directly at me. I couldn't see the old man's lace. Just that eye
                                       • • Now he could hear a fast, low and smooth sound, like the sound of a clock being heard through a wall. It was the old man's heartbeat.
                                         • I ran into the room, yelling, "Die! Die!"
                                           • • The old man gave a loud cry of fear as I fell on top of him and held the blankets tightly over his head.
                                               • • You should have seen how careful I was to put the body where no one could find it.
                                                 • • I lifted up three of the boards that made up the floor and placed the bed pieces there. Then I put the boards back down, carefully, so carefully that no human eye could see that they had been moved.
                                                     • When I finished this job, I heard someone was at the door. It was four in the morning, it was still dark. However, I was not afraid, when I went downstairs to open the door. Three men were at the door. Three officers.
                                                       • • • these three had come to ask questions and search the house. I asked the cops to come in. The scream, I said, was mine, in a dream. The old man, I said, was out
                                                             • My calm and collected manner made the cops believe my story.
                                                               • • My head hurt and there was a strange sound in my ears, the sound became clearer, I spoke even faster and louder and the sound also became louder
                                                                   • • • Stronger, stronger. I got up and walked silently across the room. I pushed my chair across the floor to make more noise, to cover up that terrible sound.
                                                                         • He suffered more than he could bear, for their smiles and for that sound. Stronger, stronger, stronger! Suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore. I pointed to the boards and yelled: "Yes! Yes, I killed him. Pick up the boards and see! And at last his heart stopped beating.
                           • On the eighth night I was more careful than usual when opening the door. The hands of a clock move faster than my hand.

2. Stefani Bueno, Luisa Cubillos, Catalina Sastoque, Erika Solano

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