This is a chilling story of a man proving his sanity. An unreliable narrator insist to tell us he’s not mad and proceeded with his story on why he murdered an old man because of his “evil eye”. Not once did the old man wronged him but he fussed about how the old man’s eyes like “vulture” haunted him.
“He had the eye of a vulture- a pale blue eye, with film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees very gradually I made up my mind to take the life of the old man and thus rid myself of the eye forever”
What’s in the eye anyway? People say that the eye is the window to one’s soul. Could it be that he had seen through the old man’s true self or there’s something in those eyes that reflected his own? At least that’s what I think it means but whatever it was he didn’t liked it.
That’s why at night he sneaked into the old man’s room and murdered him, chopped his body and concealed it beneath the floor chamber. He thought that he was so clever, surely why would we think of him as mad for he’s so careful and calculating about everything? When the police came he acted cool but the loud and rapid beating of the old man’s heart gave him away to confess his deed. It seems that his heightened hearing was his guilt and he wanted to be free from it that’s why he confessed.
Poe had given this story an intense build up starting from the narrator proving his sanity up to confessing his murder. Clearly the narrator’s story shows us otherwise. It bought me on the edge; I loved how Poe had done it, the image lingered. The Tell Tale Heart is perfect for those late night camp horror stories and book slumps. (^^)