The Tell Tale Heart - re-imagined -

The Old Man

THE OLD MAN's POV

Death! The larcener of my soul —paranoid—you may behold me as riddled with symptoms of caducity, but I can assure you that in my old age I have yet to succumb to the bane of a crippled mind — I knew he was coming for me you could hear it in the silent whispers of the night beckoning me “come hither god’s acre” rest eternally they would hiss and creep — haunting me— encompassing the house creating ailment with every caress and lick of their malison —seeping into the very roots of my home intoxicating everything within it’s grasp— you can see now —paranoid I am not, nay you shan't utter an orison as my impending expiry grows nigh. 

I feel his presence at all times, his warped and twisted soul which had been moulded and shaped into an evil no man has ever known—so terrified you could hardly sleep a —terror which no apothecary could heal , howbeit a bumper is a cure that fades the sleepless nights into black voids that ensnare you into the pleasures of oblivion.