the tell tale heart!  my version

I had done no wrong, so how is it that i'm mad?? true i had been dreedfully nervous for i was accuse of such horrific crimes and yet i still take the blame.. I had never wanted to hurt her but it was her eye that drove me to do it. I had even fell in love upon her smile but all the while, deep down in my soul i fancy her dead! but  how is it that i'm mad? i heard all the angels in heaven and the demons below the sea; they all wanted her dead! so how calmly i can pen the whole story.. but after i finish will you still deem me mad? because of the whispers in my head?

"Edgar" her voice sounded my name as the repetition maddened inside my brain.. it had chilled my brittle bones and yet you still deem me mad? her eye her eye oh how it burnt inside me, and her gold i had no desire.. if Isabella only knew the wicked things that my soul wish to do, she wouldn't ever believe me to be a murderer nor would i before this night.. I had waited months by her door and slowly each night i would creep and creep ever so closer by her side.. while her body was asleep her eye was wide awake! but for god sakes i did not yell nor scream, nor could she see me as i hid in the darkness.. I waited until about 3 am before i moved an inch.. i first tried to wrap my long pale fingers around her neck, but my hands never moved.. i whispered to myself out loud, well yes you would deem me mad.. but mad men know nothing that they do and i did! finally Isabella moved and i had became startled and tripped against her bed.. "who's out there?" her voice sounded meek.. but i stood still lurking in the shadows, i waited until her head hit the pillow and then i struck.. with every muscle in my body i held her down, my hands around her tiny neck until she couldn't breathe and i knew that i had done my deed, the eye was gone and could no longer upset me.
i work that morning mopping up the blood that dripped upon the floor, i studied her room and laid my eyes upon her body, i took my axe from her closet and moved her bed and there laid a perfectly mark X in red ink that i had made months before, i knew after the murder i would need to hide the body and nobody would suspect under her bed.. then with my axe i made my dear Isabella a grave and after all was done.. i slid the bed back over the X and fled from the room, but as i made my way down the stairs i heard her screams.. no it can't be or could it? i hurried back upstairs and back to her room, i opened the door ever so slowlyy and yet again i creeped inside, but this time there was no Isabella in sight. i shut the door and walked to her bathroom and tried to scrub the blood from my hands, but they were stained on my clothes, so i took all morning but i cleaned myself and the room, so that there was no proof of my deeds.

Suddenly tapping came upon the door, but i did not hurry nor did i answer. "Edgar are you there?" a man's voice sounded my name.. but still i did not answer, i waited a momment or two and as i went to twist the knob there came a bang upon the door, it struck me by surprise and oh how quickly i answered and greeted the gentleman.. "hello are you Edgar allan poe?" i nodded my head, "yes this is edgar how may i assist you this fine morning?" the man quickly came inside and closed the door, "sorry to disturb your writing Edgar but we heard complaints from neighbors that there was yelling and screaming from this house" i will admit that i had become oh so dreedfully nervous, but still my voice remain calm, "oh no worries officer, you have not took me from my writing, but i just been in the midst of a most stormy poem and i have not been able to leave this place, for the very thought might disturb me" i am almost certain the officer could see the sweat fall from my face, yet still i remain calm.. " is it okay if i go upstairs?" i nodded my head, "by all means go ahead feel comfortable officer" i followed him up the stairs and there we stood in Isabella's room and sat on her bed.. we talked and talked for hours it seemed that he would never leave.. suddenly i heard a sound it was a heart beat, but where was it coming from? but still the officer spoke and the louder he spoke the louder the heart beat! it rung and rung like wedding bells.. could he not hear it? "well Edgar there seems to be no crime here, i must not waste no more of your time sir farewell" as he began to walk down the stairs i yelled " you can't leave me with the beating heart! i confess i am a madman and Isabella's death was cause by me.. i can even show you where she sleeps.. the man stormed back up the stairs and as i cried his eyes were terrified as they laid upon Isabellas' dead body and i knew it was cause of the beating heart..