The Old Man's Hour

The old man's hour had come. With a loud yell, i threw open the lantern and leapt into the room. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His ey would trouble me no more. If you still think me mad, you will think so no longer when i describe the wise precautions i took for the concealment of the body.