Friday, June 12, 2015
Tell-Tale Heart. Post Story.
R.M. (student)
They stood their looking at the corpse. At last the heart grew quieter and quieter. I was in the police station. A doctor was assigned to my case. Meanwhile I was waiting in the interrogation room. A window was there I looked at the detective who came in.
"Will the press know about this soon?" I said hoping they would know the evil eye was destroyed.
"You're crazy and a madman. A jury wouldn't fall for this reason for murder," the detective said.
Standing up I smiled and said, " I am not a madman for to be a madman you have to be mad. I was mad at the eye, but now its gone so what am I to be mad at now?"
After the case a jury sent me to the mental house the doctor asked me why l denied it.
I told him, "What you say about me is wrong to prove it observe how calmly so calmly I can tell you the whole story". I started by saying "It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain but once conceived it haunted me day and night".
Saturday, January 24, 2015
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