The mad man and his new eye

The year was 1625 Wednesday August 18 1:00 in the morning and on this day a terrible crime was committed,a poor old man was murdered. Stabbed to death with what seemed to be a knife. But that's the end of the story so let's go back, now it's Friday August 13 and the old man was talking to his room mate. The old man was a very sweet old man. He never swore, went to church every single day, was always truthful and made decisions based on what was right and wrong. But I can't say the same thing about his room mate fore he was hiding a big secret. For as long as he can remember he has been a mad man. He was corrupt and just plainly crazy. He was so mad that ever since he met the old man he's been trying to steal his right eye. The eye he believes to be the most valuable thing in the world. the old mans eye was that of a vultures. The color of his eye was pale blue. A truly beautiful eye it was and the mad man would do anything to take it. But he knew it was essential to keep the madness hidden from the old man fore if he knew that he was mad he'd be more cautious and he would never be able to take the eye.The next morning the old man woke up extra early so this time he can wake up his house mate and he found him in the room awake? And also he was talking to himself.

He was saying "his eye, I must have his eye. Yes his eye I must have it the beautiful pale blue eye." The old man was so startled that he ran as fast as he could and went back to his room. A few minutes later the room mate came in and woke up the old man, the old man was very smart so he pretended he was asleep.

Saturday, August 14. That morning was no different than all the other mornings, the room mate set up the table, the old man made breakfast, which consisted of 1 egg, a slice of bread, and a glass of milk. While they ate they talked of things they heard or read in the papers. But all the old man could think about was that his room mate, was absolutely mad. And the more he thinks about it the more he can see it. Like for instance, every time they talk, the room mate always stares at his right eye, and at night he fells like he's being watched. But how did this happen, he doesn't seem to be mad, he seems like any other 28 year old man he's ever met, polite, dashing, and able to make a fine cup of coffee.

"Oh well" said the old man," maybe it's just my imagination."

Sunday, August 15. Today was Sunday and was time for the old man to go to church he made his prayers and then decided to go to the confession box. He went inside and waited for the priest to come .Once he finally came he started talking.

"Hello priest "said the old man

"Welcome "said the priest "tell me what is on your mind today son."

"Well" said the old man"its about my room mate."

"Yes what about him."

"Well father I think he may be ... mad."

"Really, why do you say that."

Well it's because I saw him talking to himself yesterday."

"Really, by any chance do you proof."

"No I'm sorry you must think I'm a fool."

"No there have been many cases of mad men and mad women"

"Really?"

"Yes, if u can get me some proof then I will be able to report him to the authorities. Here take this camera, it's some type of new technology, just squish the air pocket, hold it facing him and flash then you just bring it to me and I'll report him."

"Thank you father, I will not fail."

Monday, August 16. That morning the old man woke up extra early to hide the camera and he had a very good hiding spot. It was under the floor boards of his bed.

"No one would think to look there" he whispered with a grin.

Then went back to sleep and waited for the man to come wake him up. As always the man came at 10 a clock sharp, gave him his medicine and then went to make breakfast preparations. And of course the old man would cook. That evening the old man went back to the church to pray some more and then went back home and when he did he found his room mate in his room looking through his stuff and his room mate then found his pocket/throwing knife that his dad gave him when he passed away and then put it in his coat pocket. The old man ran back outside as quietly as he could but also as quickly as he could. Opened the door and announced himself. He could hear the man trying to put all the things in order in which the old man had left it. Then he came running out. And stood in front of the old man and said "Hello old man welcome home."

"Yes and how are you" said the old man

?"Well I'm just fine"

"Why such a short trip to the church today." said the room mate.

"I didn't feel to good " said the old man.