A Tell Tale Heart

- by Edgar Allan Poe

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.

     Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should
have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded - with what caution - with
what foresight - with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old
man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I
turned the latch of his door and opened it - oh so gently! And then, when I had made an
opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, so that no light
shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how
cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly - very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb
the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far
that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! - would a madman have been so wise ass
this? And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously - oh,
so cautiously - cautiously (for the hinges creaked) - I undid it just so much that a single
thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights - very night just at
midnight - but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for
it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the
day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spike courageously to him, calling him by
name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would
have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I
looked upon him while he slept.

     Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's
minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night, had I felt the
extent of my own powers - of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of
triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to
dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard
me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back
- but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were
close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening
of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.

     I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the
tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out - 'Who's there?'

     I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in
the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; -
just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.

     Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was
not a groan of pain or of grief - oh, no! - it was the low stifled sound that arises from the
bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just
at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening,
with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the
old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying
awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been
ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not.
He had been saying to himself - 'It is nothing but the wind in the chimney - it is only a
mouse crossing the floor,' or 'it is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp.' Yes, he
had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain.
All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before
him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of ht unperceived
shadow that caused him to feel - although he neither saw nor heard - to feel the presence
of my head within the room.

     When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I
resolved to open a little - a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it - you
cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily - until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread
of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.

     It was open - wide, wide open - and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with
perfect distinctness - all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very
marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I
had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.

     And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over acuteness of
the senses? - now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch
makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the
old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into
courage.

     But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern
motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eye. Meantime the
hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder
every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder
every moment! - do you mark me well? I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And
now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a
noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained
and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And
now a new anxiety seized me - the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's
hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He
shrieked once - once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy
bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the
heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard
through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and
examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and
held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would
trouble me no more.

     If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise
precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned; and I worked
hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the
arms and the legs.

     Then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between
the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye -
not even his - could have detected any thing wrong. there was nothing to wash out - no
stain of any kind - no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught
all - ha! ha!

     When I had made an end of these labours, it was four o'clock - still dark as midnight.
A the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to
open it with a light heart, - for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who
introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been
heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused;
information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed
to search the premises.

     I smiled, - for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said,
was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my
visitors all over the house. I bade them search - search well. I led them, at length, to his
chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my
confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their
fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat
upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

     The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease.
They say, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I
felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in
my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: - it
continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it
continued and gained definiteness - until, at length, I found that the noise was not within
my ears.

     No doubt I now grew very pale; - but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened
voice. Yet the sound increased - and what could I do? I was a low, dull, quick sound -
much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath - and
yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly - more vehemently; but the noise
steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent
gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the
floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men -
but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed - I raved - I swore! I
swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the
noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder - louder - louder! And still
the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! -
no, no! They heard! - they suspected! - they knew! - they were making a mockery of my
horror! - this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony!
Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no
longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now - again! - hark! louder! louder! louder!
louder!

     'Villains!' I shrieked, 'dissemble no more! I admit the deed! - tear up the planks! here,
here! - it is the beating of his hideous heart!'