by Edgar Allan Poe
psychological horror short story that explores themes of guilt, paranoia, and madness. The story
is narrated by an unnamed protagonist who insists that he is not mad, even though his actions
suggest otherwise.
The narrator begins by addressing the reader, claiming that he is not insane, and arguing that his
heightened senses, especially his acute hearing, prove his sanity. He then recounts the events
leading up to and following the murder of an old man, with whom he lived. The old man, whom
the narrator describes as having a "vulture-like" eye, is the main source of the narrator's
obsession. The eye, in particular, drives the narrator to madness, and he begins to formulate a
plan to rid himself of it.
Over the course of several nights, the narrator sneaks into the old man's room while he is
sleeping, carefully observing the "vulture-eye." Each night, the narrator carefully watches the
man to see if the eye is open, and if it is, he plans to kill him. The old man remains unaware of
the narrator's presence, and the latter grows more and more obsessed with the eye.
On the eighth night, the narrator enters the old man's room once again. This time, the old man
awakens, and the narrator's heart starts to race in fear. In a fit of rage and obsession, he decides
that this is the moment to act. He opens the door to the old man’s room slowly, and then, after a
tense moment, the old man’s eye finally opens. The narrator sees the "vulture-eye" staring at
him, and in a fit of madness, he kills the old man by suffocating him with the bed.
Afterward, the narrator hides the body. He dismembers the corpse, chopping it into pieces, and
hides the remains under the floorboards of the old man’s room. The narrator takes great care in
concealing the murder, and he believes that he has done so perfectly.
However, the narrator's sense of triumph is short-lived. The police arrive at his house, having
been alerted by a neighbor who heard a scream during the night. The narrator, calm and
confident, invites the officers into the house and shows them around. He even sits on top of the
very floorboards where he has hidden the old man's dismembered body, believing that he has
gotten away with the crime.
As the conversation progresses, the narrator grows increasingly agitated. He begins to hear a
strange sound, a soft, rhythmic thumping. At first, he thinks it is just his imagination, but the
sound grows louder and more persistent. He soon realizes that it is the old man's heartbeat, still
echoing beneath the floorboards, growing louder and louder with each passing moment. The
narrator becomes convinced that the officers can hear it too, and that they are mocking him by
pretending not to notice.
Unable to bear the sound any longer, the narrator's guilt overtakes him. His paranoia reaches its
peak, and in a state of hysteria, he confesses to the crime, shouting that he killed the old man and