Short stories ive written

The new perspective of Tell-Tale Heart

(Posted may 17th! might be cringe, but it was required for school)

My nephew. My dear nephew Edgar. He had fallen ill, dreadfully ill. It has caused him to act rather strangely- it has also caused him to always seem to be distracted as of lately. I had always feared that his feeble mind would slip, causing him to require a kind of care in which I cannot provide. I could often hear him shouting and ranting about nonsensical things, which I have no knowledge of and it worries me greatly. With my old age and weakened vision, if something were to happen to either of us, what would the other do? And to make matters worse I had been failing to receive some rest. Feelings of unease and paranoia have simply become a bit too strong. Plus, my vision had already proven quite a problem due to an accident as a young boy. It had caused many issues with my sight being the most unavailing on that side of my face. You could consider my ranting just as mad as my nephews, but I truly do have concerns for our safety and near future.

Later that night I had a certain feeling of uneasiness, this feeling was stronger than all the others. I don't see how. As the day was rather fine. My nephew Edgar had been very high in spirits this morning. It feels nice to see him cheerful. the lingering thought of what the origins of his happy mood were, made me curious. Yet I did not want to hear the answer, knowing Edgar. Someone most certainly may have died. As I lay in my bed that night, all was silent. For once I could feel myself slipping into a deep sleep, but I was quickly awoken when a slight sound similar to the sound one would make if someone took a rather sharp object and scraped it against some metal, and the scent of old pipe smoke and musky old boards filled my nostrils. I bolted upright and shouted
"Who's there!?" but my question was of course met with only silence. I tried so very hard to convince myself that it was merely a cricket which has made a single chirp, or it was nothing but the wind in the chimney. After a few hours or so I finally decided to let myself rest, the feeling that something was wrong never left me as I sunk down onto my mattress. It proved difficult to close my right eye as it had gotten stuck open again, but I was quite used to this and nothing could damage it further. My vision faded to black and I succumbed to a deep sleep.

I was suddenly awoken by a strong force sending me pummeling off my bed, a loud yell resonated in my ears and I could feel panic grip me in its cold, icy hands as a sheet was quickly wrapped around my head. I began to desperately shout for my nephew but-, my heart sank when I heard his voice. It was him who was doing this! He- my nephew- my dear Edgar, had become mad! His mind had slipped to the darkest corners of beyond, his weakened mind influenced by this terrible disease. I couldn't help but think back to our cheerful conversation which was just this morning. I was sitting at my small table, playing a game of chess when he approached me.
"Hello uncle! How have you passed through the night?"
"Quite well." I responded to my young relative. He grinned, one of which's intent I now realized didn't mean well.
"Good! Truly good- Excellent even!" he had exclaimed.
Before I could think any longer I was snapped back into reality by the feeling of cloth being placed over my nose and mouth. I couldn't breathe and I could feel myself becoming light headed. I knew it was of no use to fight any longer. I was tired...so very tired...I wanted to cling onto the last bit of hope of Edgar deciding to stop this assault, but it pained me to realize that Edgar was long beyond the intent of stopping, I never knew he would have snapped. He was so sweet. So innocent as a young child, even if he was peculiar I never would've known that he would be the one to carry out these wicked actions. If only I had noticed the signs sooner. Maybe I could've helped him...