Tell Tale Heart Animation

True I've nervous. Very, very dreadfully nervous. But why will you say that I am mad? See how calmly how precisely I can tell the story to you? Listen. It starts with the old man. An old man in an old house, a good man, I suppose. He had never harmed me. I didn't want his gold if gold there was. Then what was it? I think I think it was his eye. Yes, red eye, the eye. That. His eyes staring. Milky white film. The eye. Everywhere. Everywhere in everything. Of course I had to get rid of the eye. So I waited, watched. Waited. I was never so kind to the old man. I looked after him each minute, each second. And I waited. But night after night, in the hour of the slowest clock. I opened the old man's door. The eye was always closed. For 7 days I waited. You think me mad what madmen would wait good wait, so patiently. So long. In the old house. With the old man and the eye that then on the 8th night, I knew tonight still I waited. While time slowed. Stopped. Amped out. A watch his hand moved more quickly than mine. And what? Nope. For an hour, I did not move a muscle. I could feel the earth tan. The eye. Yeah, the spy does spinning. In the house, the grinding crumble of decay. Then something else. Garland muffled it. Of course. It was the beating of the old man's heart. He knew. So strong for such an old man. Louder than. And still louder. Roller was to hear, I know. I had to stop it. And it was over. The heart was still. The eye was dead. I was free. But there was still work to be done. I replaced the plank so cleverly. No eye not even his could have found anything wrong. Huh? So soon. The neighbors reported a scream, were obliged to investigate. A scream, my own gentleman. A childish dream. But come in, please. He'll want to look through the house. That is our duty. Where's the old man? Gone to the city. You're a very early this morning. The dream I spoke of, it awakened me. When did he leave? The old man? Yesterday, how long will he be away? Two weeks. Perhaps longer. There is his bread. Here his cupboard all in order. White in order. Oh, quite an order. Yes, nothing amiss. You understand that when a complaint is made, we have no choice to stay please. Is that a wretched hour? I was making tea a hard drink will break the chill, surely it would surprise good people how much evil the night conceals from their eyes, but not yours to be sure. What did you say so? Yes, yes, of course the hot water. It wouldn't know how to the bare boards. I'm a little less tidy with the old man away. Then I heard it. It might have been. And a plug. But no. Louder. I'm still louder. They must hear it. Yet they sit and talk and talk. They must. Of course they do. They know they do return to me watching me letting it beat so that I that I stop it. Stop it you Devils. Yes, you like it. It's there under the floor. Oh, stop it. It is a big thing of his hideous heart. True, I'm nervous. Very, very dreadfully nervous. But why were you saying that I am mad?