MY ENCOUNTER WITH THE MAD MAN OF THE TELL TALE HEART

 They stopped the meaningless conversing. All was silent-silent, but the pounding heart beat on. Terrorizing my every thought. Questioning the very sanity possessed. The three men stared wide-eyed, at the floorboards. I beckoned them to alas! Their puzzled expressions continued to haunt me this why,why? Why must they so cruelly torture me this way? For certain they head the ticking of the hold mans heart.

“I beg of you! Come-come now!! I cried” Arrest  me for this ghastly transgression!”

With that being said, one of the officer shackled my hands behind my back, while another begun to pry up the planks. The third, took me out of the chamber into the hall.

“you admit to the dead of killing the old man? he stated.

yes! yes I admit! I strangled the man and me in bed his cold body in the underneath the floorboards! please take hem away! have mercy I can bear to listen o the evil hearts’ beat no longer.

 After further questioning the officer  brought me back into the chamber where I paced the floor frightfully nervous of my fate. Wanting, nay praying for my punishment to be death. The flaming pits of the hell-hell I say I must have been thousand times better than my suffering here.

“officer, come look at this” remarked one of the police man.

I imagined what had called them over to see the old man’s body. Cut into bits hear the terrified gaps I was expecting no no not a sound have this men no hearts? No compassion for may poor victim.

“you say you hide the body under the planks? one asked.

“yes, of course! look-look at it! Are you blind? I wanted.

“But, these is nothing there.