“It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night,” (Poe, 1843). The plan was precise, upon the eighth day, deep into the night, a bed would cover a sad sight of the path to a better place. Who might be this victim? Why it seems it was just a mere old man who had done no wrong. There was no passion behind the crime, there was no object, and it looked as if this was senseless. To one, the plan’s logic made perfect sense. This killer was like no other, diseased, but oh so cautious, even in the dark hours of the night. This killer had also loved the old man. The eye of the old man had vexed him, the eye of a vulture, a pale blue which was instantly recognizable. The evidence presented …show more content…
At the end of the story, the author writes, “I felt that I must scream or die! And now - Again! - Hark! Louder! Louder! Louder! Louder! ‘Villains!’ I shrieked, ‘dissemble no more! I admit the deed! - Tear up the planks! Here, here! - It is the beating of his hideous heart!’” (Poe, 1843). Consequently, the guilt of killing the old man consumes our cunning narrator and he admits his crime. The beating he hears and wants so badly to stop is just his ears tricking him. Nevertheless, he could not realize that the policemen could not hear his fantasies. This feeling, this anxiety is cause by his brain which no one should go through. He needs to see a doctor, and then head over to prison. The narrator should be sentenced to ten years in prison because he chopped up the body. The author writes, “First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs. I then took up three planks of the flooring of the chamber and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly…,”(Poe, 1843). Disposing of the body in that manner is cruel. The body was harmed by cutting off the limbs when the whole body should rest in peace. That added along with the other evidence of the murder, which makes his case worse. But this is still not bad enough to for a death