Saif Ullah

✨ The Tell-Tale Heart.

I am not mad. You must believe me. The disease had sharpened my senses, not weakened them. I could hear the faintest rustle of a leaf, the tiniest whisper of a footstep, the beating of a heart. Yet it was precisely this heightened awareness that drove me to fixate on the old man with whom I lived. I loved him, and he had never wronged me. But there was one thing about him that I could not endure: his eye. That pale, vulture-like eye, with its milky film and cold, watchful stare—it filled me with a horror I could neither explain nor contain.