The Joy of Death

Terror rose in my blood. My veins pumping, moving out of control as I hear the restless mad man next door to my chamber. The past eight days I have noticed this man who indeed lies next door to me gendering at my glass eye. One time I even caught a look of disgust coming from him as I walked past his room from the bathroom. I wonder if he knows that it is indeed a fake eye of sight or if he thinks I'm just an old man who has lots of fortune and is confused, weak, and weary of my surroundings. Does he plan to take my money? Or does he plan to kill me and use my name and my fortune in vain. I hear sounds coming from my chamber door, screeching sort of like fingernails on a chalkboard going back and fourth. Or are my ears playing tricks on me? Or am I indeed dreaming of all of this and I will awake when the climax hits. Then out of the shadow of the chamber door a circle shaped figure inches out slowly, I didn’t want to look and rise in bed afraid that the figure might hurt me