Alternative Ending- A Tell-Tale Heart
First of all, I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs. Then I took the decapitated head, with the enraging eye, and I cut it out carefully, slowly, cautiously until I held it in my hand. I knew just the place to put it! I strode into the open living room, straight over to the fireplace. I placed the eye on the mantle, right next to the stuffed beaver. I confidently went back to his room and hid him under the floor boards.
As the bell sounded the fourth hour, there came a knocking at the street door. Three police officers wanted to investigate and search the house because there was a report of a shriek in the middle of the night. I lead them through the rooms and explained that it was only from a bad dream. I even dared to show them his room, where he was under the floor boards. We went back into the living room to have a little chat. All the while, the eye was staring at me.
The pale, blue eye was distracting me from my conversation. Didn't the officers feel its gaze upon them? Was it just me? Surely they noticed the eye. Everyone should have noticed the eye. I stared at it intently. Was it moving? Slowly it was rolling forward. Soon, it gained enough speed to fall off the mantle. By now, the officers had stopped talking and were watching the eye with some horrific interest. It crawled toward me. I could only sit there, stunned. It stopped right at my shoe, the pupil fixated on me. I was sweating nervously. Its stare was unnerving. There was no depth to it, no life, yet it caught me in its gaze. I didn't realize I was talking. I was shouting. I told the eye- yes! the eye!- what I had done to its master.