The Tell-Tale Heart by Annette Jung

[Music] nervous very dreadfully nervous I had been but why will you say that I am mad hearken and observe how healthfully how calmly I can tell you the whole story it is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain but once conceived it haunted me day and night object there was none passion there was none I love the old [Music] man I think it was his ey CH yes it was this he had the eye of a volure [Music] whenever it fell upon me my blood ran cold and so by degrees I made

up my mind to take the life of the old [Music] man you fancy me mad Mad Men know nothing but you should have seen me with what dissimulation I went to work every night about midnight I turned the latch of his door and opened it oh you would have laughed to see how cunningly I proceeded ha would a Madman have been so wise as [Music] this but I found the eye always closed and so it was possible to do the work for it was not the old man who vexed me but his evil eye then

one night I was more than usually cautious in opening the [Music] door perhaps he heard me now you may think that I drew back but no his room was black as pitch with a thick darkness and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door who is there he cried out it was the groan of mortal teror [Music] listen the beating of the old man's heart and now a new anxiety seized me the sound would be heard by a neighbor the old man's hour had come [Music] yeah he was stoned Stone

dead his eye would trouble me no more if still you think me mad you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body [Music] [Applause] [Music] a shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night suspicion of Foul Play had been aroused what had I to fear the shriek I said was my own in a bad dream the old man I mentioned was absent in the country I took my visitors all over the house I B them search well I led them at length to

his chamber and desired them here to rest from their fatigues while I myself in the wild Audacity Of My Perfect Triumph placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim my manner had convinced them I was singularly at ease they sat and chattered familiar things but ear long I felt myself getting pale and wish them gone I arose and argued about Trifles in a high key and with violent gesticulations why would they not be gone oh God what could I do I foed I raged I swore was it

possible they heard not almighty God no no they suspected they knew indeed they knew they were making a mockery of my heart this I thought but anything was better than this Agony anything was more tolerable than this derision I felt I must scream or die villains I shrieked I admit the deed care off the pl it is the beaching of his Hideous Heart [Music] [Music]