Tell tale heart, new ending (old english homework)
He seemed perfectly normal, a nice chap if you will but what evil hither beneath those false charming eyes I do not know nor wish to understand such madness as he. He was a beautiful disaster, not to suggest murder in any way or form is beautiful, but just the pure fact he almost got away with the perfect crime if it was not for his harboured guilt that concealed his fate. It was as if he was possessed, a prisoner of his own blind insanity, one wishes to feel sympathy for his madness but cannot be acquired due to his disgusting actions. To this day it irks me his reasoning for such ghastly crimes to be in anyway excusable or sane for that matter. I will never forget the day we apprehended him, my mind forever scarred by the ticking time bomb oblivious to all that was about to explode. For a while the scene stalked my dreams, night terror after night terror still from time to time it haunts me. Now as I stated before he seemed perfectly normally as he lead us in ever so politely and calmly not traditional behaviour of one who had just committed murder the night before. Eyes are supposed to be the gateway to one’s soul so why did I not see it then; I was fooled by the charming film that hid the calculating mess beneath. He lead us into the elderly man’s chamber where we sat conversed, bantered and debated for quite some time until the unimaginable happened. I couldn’t help but notice the man stopped conversing and had begun staring at the window. Staring as though he’d just seen a ghost, fixated he then began to shout “KILL IT! KILL IT! THE VULTURE, QUICK BEFORE THE FOUL BEAST…” What happened next was so gruesome and terrifying my colleague had vomited for he could not bear the atrocity unravelling right before our eyes. I sat paralyzed; I tried to look away but something inside wanted to see the tragedy unfold then that’s when he exploded and horror filled our hearts, along with utter shock. The man let out a blood curdling scream while he began gauging his own eye out. With the other arm he was swiping furiously as if something was there, I believe he was hallucinating that he was being attacked by a vulture. After self-mutilating himself he began to sob pointing to the floor boards where he had been sitting screaming “LOOK! THE BEAST WANTS YOU TO LOOK, OH PLEASE GOD HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL”. He then began to rip the floor boards from their joists to uncover and reveal the dismembered body that belonged to the elderly man.