The Tell Tale Heart

"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! – tear up the planks – here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!"

But I opened my eyes now. I was alone. The officers had never been. But no, perhaps I was not alone? A light, a lantern? No. A blue light. Pale and narrow like an eye. No! It cannot be! It was an eye, an eye like a vulture's!

Then, a sound, a low, dull, quick sound – much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. No, no, no, no! It is his heart! That hideous small heart! But wait, I found that was not all. A tapping, a low, slow tapping on the planking. And then a feeble, withering voice, "Please."

"Please let me out."