Some of Conflicts of "THE TELL TALE HEART"

SOME OF CONFLICTS OF THE TELL-TALE HEART

I even loved him. He had never hurt me. I did not want his money. I think  it was his eye. His eye was like the eye of a vulture, they of one of those terrible birds that watch and wait while an animal dies, and then fall open the dead body and pull it to pieces to eat it.when the old man looked  at me with his vulture eye a cold feeling went up and down my back, even my blood became  cold. And so, i finally  decided i had to kill the old man and close  that eye forever.

During  all of that week i was as friendly to the old man as i could be, and warm, and loving. Every night about twelve o’clock i slowly opened his door. And when the door was opened wide enough  i put my hand in, and the my head. In my hand i held a light covered over with a  cloth so that no light showed. And i stood there quietly. And every morning i went to his room, and with a warm, friendly voice i asked him how he  had slept.  The eighth night was more than usually careful as i opened the door. The hand of  a clock move more quickly than did my hand. Never before had  i felt so strongly my own power  i was now sure  of success.

                It was more than anger. In the quiet night, in the dark silence of the bedroom  my anger became fear for the heart  was beating so loudly that i was sure someone must hear. The time had come !  i rushed  into the room crying “ die,die..!” the old man gave a loud cry of fear as i fell upon him and held the bed covers tightly over his hand. Still his heart was beating, but  i smiled as i  felt that success  was near. For many minutes that heart continued to beat, but at last the beating stopped. The old man was dead. I took away  the bed covers and held my ear over his heart. There was no sound. Yes, he was dead ! dead as a stone. His eye would trouble me no more! As i finished this word i heard that someone at the door. It was now  four o’clock in the morning , but still dark. I had no fear, however, as i  when down to open the door.  Three men were at the door, three officers  of the police.  One of the neighbors had heard the old man’s cry and had  called the police, these three had come to ask questions  and to search the house.

                My easy, quite manner made the policemen believe my story. So they sat talking with me in a friendly way. But although i answered  them in the same way ,i soon wished that they would go.my head hurt and there was a strange sound in my ears.i talked more and faster.the sound became clearer .and still they sat talked. Suddenly i knew that the sound was not in my ears, it was not just inside my head.  Why did the men not go ? louder, louder. I stood up and  walked quickly around the room. I pushed my chair  across  the floor to make more noise, to cover that terrible sound. I talked even louder. And still the man sat and talked , and smiled. Was it possible that they could not hear ?

No!they heard! I was certain of it. They knew ! now it was they who were playing a game with me. I was suffering more than i could bear, from their smiles, and from that sound.  Louder, louder !! suddenly i could bear it no longer. I pointed at the boards and cried, yes yes i killed him. Pull up the boards and you shall see !! i killed him. But why does his heart not stop beating ?? why does it not stop !?

      NAMA   : ULLYA ANDJANI ZULFAH M.R.  
       NIM      :  183211043

      CLASS    : 1B