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The Tell – Tale heart:

The sound is...terrifying.

Rachana by :

Edgar Allan Poe

Translated and arranged: Sunset

The sound is...terrifying.

It really has happened. And it made me nervous. But...do you really think I'm crazy? I can see or hear things better than anyone else. It's not because of any illness. My hearing is so amazing that nothing can compare with it. I can hear everything in this world. everything in heaven

or even the various sounds in hell So people like me will go crazy? Please listen calmly. I'll tell you.

I can't tell. When did it pop into my head? But I thought of one thing that I can't remember, to the point where I really can't continue. I'm not angry at that old man. They even come out to be friendly. That old man has nothing to do with me. And I don't want any of its wealth.

But the problem is those eyeballs! Yes! Those pale blue eyes, like those of a vulture. Every time I saw them, my blood would run cold like ice. Everything is gradually accumulating. Finally, I decided to kill that old bastard. Run away from that damn child forever.

You're thinking about it. I know I'm crazy. But crazy people aren't this smart. Look at the cleverness of my preparation! That whole week Every day I am doing better with it! Whether it's day or night until midnight I'll open the door to his room as softly as possible and stick the lampshade inside first.

A closed lampshade has no light. Once that's done, after that, I slowly stick my head inside. Poke your head in and stay like that for an hour. Can a crazy person do this? Then he was able to stick his head inside. I would slowly turn on the light carefully. A small line of light shone and fell on the vulture's eyeball.

But it was still asleep. My work is still not completed. Just know this. I don't hate anything, old man. The only thing I hate are its eyes.

On the eighth day, I carefully opened the door with more calm and confidence than before. Even though I'm opening the door right here That old man didn't even know I was standing here! I almost burst out laughing after thinking about it. Did he hear me at that time? Because I heard him moving on the bed. I stopped moving

I know it doesn't know the door is open. I started pushing the door open wider. As slowly and quietly as possible

Once my head popped inside I tried to turn on the light But the thumb slipped and a loud noise was heard. That's all, it quickly sprang up and sat up. shout loudly 'Who is that?'

I keep my mouth shut Just stood here for over an hour. There is no movement. Try to listen. before it made a soft sound. A voice I remember well The terrifying sound of death Ask why I know Because I've done it many times too. Late at night when the whole world is asleep

I feel so sorry for this old man. I let out a quiet, quiet laugh. He knew that he had woken up from the first time he heard the sound. And his fear grew more and more. Death is approaching. But it couldn't see or hear anything from me. But he must have felt my head poking into his room.

I turn on the lampshade Letting a small beam of light fall onto its eyes, it opened its eyes and stared at me, my hatred overflowing. Pale blue eyes clearly stood before him. It turns my blood cold Can't see anything at all Whether it's its face or its body All I saw were my eyes.

That's when I heard a sound. Haven't I told you how awesome my hearing is? I know this voice. It was the sound of the old bastard's beating heart. It's getting faster and louder, yes, faster and faster every minute. His fear was at an excellent level.

But this time the fear came back to me. The neighbors might be able to hear his heartbeat! Now it's his death!

I turned on the lights at full power and ran into the room. The old man shouted once. But it only happened once. Because I yanked him to the ground and tipped the heavy bed down on him with all my might. Several minutes have passed. His heart still beats. Until finally it stopped. The old man is dead.

I placed my hand on his heart and remained there for several minutes. Until I was sure that it was completely dead, and from now on, its eyes would no longer be able to haunt me.

If you still think I'm crazy You probably don't think like that again. If you listen to my cleverness in hiding the corpse, first I cut the corpse into pieces, cut off its head, cut off its arms, cut off its legs, and carved out three planks from the floor. and stuffed his body into it Finally, I put the plank back together with the utmost care.

Until now, there are no children. No fragments of it were left. There's nothing wrong. There was no trace of blood left. I let out a burst of laughter. Hahahaha!

When I finished organizing everything It was 4:00 AM and it was still dark. Someone knocked at the door, and I stayed calm, knowing I had nothing to fear. And when I open the door Three police officers walked in. They came because a neighbor reported hearing unusual shouting coming from the house.

I went out to greet the police. Invite them inside. Explain to them that the yelling was because I had a nightmare. As for the old man, he had already returned to the provinces. I took them on a tour of the house and gave them permission to search at their convenience. After that, he was taken to see the old man's room, which still had his belongings.

Bring in chairs and invite them to sit and rest for a bit. With a calm mind I put the chair down where I hid the old man's corpse.

The police looked satisfied. My answers to the questions were clear and beyond doubt. They began to talk and ask questions. But I myself felt tired, had a headache, and even heard loud noises in my ears. I want the police to go back. But they were still busy talking. The sound became louder and clearer.

Until I began to wonder if it wasn't just in my ears.

I am pale and pale. Try to speak louder than before. But that voice became louder as well. So what should I do? At first it was just a faint sound. It's like the sound of fabric rubbing against each other when washing. When I speak louder The sound became even louder. Why...why didn't the police go back?

I got up and walked and sat down again in my room nervously. starting to feel angry Try to argue for reasons. before throwing the chair on the floor But that sound got louder, louder, louder than any sound I'd ever made. Those policemen were still talking and smiling. Is it possible that they couldn't hear this crazy voice? not at all! no! They know!

But pretend you didn't hear! I'm more than confident And I'm still the same person who hates their smiling faces the most. I feel like I want to scream like crazy or die! That's it...again. That sound got louder, louder, louder!

'That's enough,' I shouted. 'Stop pretending you didn't hear anything! Oh, yes, I'm the one who did it! Under the floor right here! Right here! Right here! Where that old man's disgusting heart beats!'

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