The Tell-Tale Heart (for Advanced Levels C1-C2)

The Tell-Tale Heart is a famous psychological horror short story by American writer Edgar Allan Poe, first published in 1843.

The story is told by an unnamed narrator who insists that he is not mad, even though his thoughts and actions become increasingly disturbing. He claims that his senses, especially his hearing, are unusually sharp. His obsession begins with an old man who has a strange, pale-blue eye covered by a film. Although the old man has never harmed him and the narrator does not want his money, the narrator becomes convinced that he must kill him because of that eye.

For seven nights, he secretly watches the old man while he sleeps. On the eighth night, the old man wakes up and becomes aware that someone is in his room. The narrator eventually shines a narrow ray of light onto the man’s open eye and hears what he believes is the increasingly loud beating of the old man’s heart. Overcome by fear and excitement, he attacks and kills him.

After the murder, the narrator carefully hides the body beneath the floorboards. When three police officers arrive to investigate a neighbor’s report of a scream, he confidently welcomes them into the house and even invites them to sit in the old man’s room.

At first, everything appears to be under control. However, the narrator soon begins to hear a familiar beating beneath the floor. The sound becomes louder and louder until he can no longer tolerate it. Believing that the police officers must also hear the terrible sound, he finally breaks down and confesses to the murder.

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The Tell-Tale Heart

By: Edgar Allan Poe

Contents

Chapter One:   The Old Man’s Eye

Chapter Two:   The Beating Heart

Vocabulary

Comprehension Questions

Grammar Exercises

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Chapter One

The Old Man’s Eye

I have always been nervous. Very nervous, in fact. But that does not mean I am mad. My senses became unusually sharp, especially my sense of hearing. I could hear things that ordinary people could not hear. I could hear sounds from the earth, the sky, and even what seemed to come from hell.

So listen carefully, and you will understand how calmly and carefully I acted.

I cannot explain exactly when the idea first entered my mind. Once it appeared, however, it followed me everywhere. It occupied my thoughts during the day and haunted my dreams at night.

There was no real reason for what I was about to do.

I did not hate the old man. In fact, I loved him. He had never harmed me, insulted me, or treated me badly. I did not want his money or his possessions.

There was only one thing about him that disturbed me.

It was his eye.

One of his eyes was pale blue and covered by a strange film. It looked like the eye of a vulture. Whenever that eye looked directly at me, I felt a sudden chill. My blood seemed to become cold inside my body.

Gradually, very gradually, I decided that I had to kill the old man.

Not because I wanted his money.

Not because I hated him.

I wanted to get rid of that terrible eye forever.

You may think that this proves I was mad. But I believed exactly the opposite. I thought I was being extremely intelligent and careful.

For seven nights, I secretly watched the old man while he slept.

Every night, exactly at midnight, I quietly opened his bedroom door. I moved with extraordinary care. I opened it only enough to put my head through the opening.

Then I brought in a dark lantern. I kept it completely closed so that not even the smallest ray of light could escape.

It sometimes took me nearly an hour just to place my head inside the room.

I moved so slowly that the old man never woke up.

Once my head was inside, I carefully opened the lantern. I allowed only a very thin ray of light to escape.

My purpose was simple.

I wanted the light to fall directly on his strange eye.

But every night the eye was closed.

And because the eye was closed, I could not kill him.

You see, I was not really angry with the old man himself. It was his evil-looking eye that frightened and disturbed me.

Every morning, I entered his room as if nothing unusual had happened.

I spoke to him cheerfully.

I asked him how he had slept.

I behaved so naturally that he could never have imagined what I had been doing every night.

For seven nights, everything went according to my plan.

Then came the eighth night.

That night, I felt more confident than ever.

I opened the door even more slowly than before. The movement of my hand seemed slower than the minute hand of a watch.

I was proud of my own cleverness.

The old man had no idea what I was thinking.

He had no idea that I was standing outside his room, waiting for the perfect moment.

But as I pushed the door open, my thumb slipped against the metal fastening of the lantern.

The old man suddenly sat up in bed.

“Who’s there?” he cried.

I froze.

I did not move.

I did not speak.

For a whole hour, I remained completely still.

The old man stayed awake. He sat in his bed and listened carefully.

I knew exactly what he was feeling because I had felt the same fear myself many times.

He had heard a small noise, and now his imagination was making it worse.

Perhaps he thought it was the wind.

Perhaps he imagined that a mouse had crossed the floor.

Perhaps he thought a cricket had made a sound.

But deep inside, he knew something was wrong.

He could feel the presence of danger without being able to see it.

At last, I heard him make a quiet groan.

I immediately understood that it was the sound of deep terror.

I felt almost sorry for him.

But at the same time, I was strangely excited.

Finally, I opened the lantern just a little.

A thin ray of light slipped through the opening and fell directly onto his face.

And then I saw it.

His eye was wide open.

That pale blue, terrible eye was staring into the darkness.

I became furious.

I could see the eye perfectly, but almost nothing else. The thin ray of light seemed to find it as if it had been guided there deliberately.

And then I heard something.

At first, it was a low and distant sound.

Then it became clearer.

It sounded like the ticking of a watch wrapped in cotton.

It was the old man’s heart.

The sound grew louder.

And louder.

And louder.

I knew that sound.

The old man’s fear was increasing, and so was the beating of his heart.

I tried to remain calm.

I held the lantern perfectly still.

I barely breathed.

But the sound continued to grow.

I began to fear that someone outside the room might hear it.

The old man’s time had come.

Suddenly, I threw open the lantern and rushed into the room.

The old man screamed once.

Only once.

I pulled him to the floor and dragged the heavy bed over him.

Then I waited.

For several minutes, I could still hear the beating of his heart beneath the bed.

But gradually, the sound became weaker.

Then it stopped.

The old man was dead.

I removed the bed and carefully examined his body.

There was no movement.

No heartbeat.

Nothing.

His terrible eye would never trouble me again.

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Chapter Two

The Beating Heart

The old man was dead.

I was completely certain of it.

For a moment, I felt an enormous sense of satisfaction. I had finally achieved what I had planned for so long. The terrible eye that had haunted me would never look at me again.

But I still had one important task.

I had to hide the body.

The night was passing quickly, so I worked as fast as I could. Yet I remained careful and silent. I knew that even the smallest mistake could reveal everything.

First, I cut the body into pieces.

Then I lifted three wooden boards from the floor of the bedroom. Beneath them was a narrow space between the wooden supports.

I placed the pieces of the body inside.

After that, I carefully put the boards back into position.

I examined the floor again and again.

Everything looked exactly as it had before.

There were no bloodstains. There was nothing suspicious. I had cleaned everything carefully, and I was certain that no one could discover what was hidden beneath the floor.

By the time I finished, it was four o’clock in the morning.

It was still completely dark outside.

Just as the clock announced the hour, I heard a knock at the front door.

I was not frightened.

Why should I have been?

I went downstairs and opened the door.

Three police officers were standing outside.

They introduced themselves politely and explained why they had come. A neighbor had heard a scream during the night and had become suspicious. The police had received a report, so the officers had come to search the house.

I smiled.

I welcomed them into the house.

I told them that the scream they had heard had been my own. I explained that I had screamed because of a frightening dream.

Then I told them that the old man was away in the country.

The officers seemed satisfied.

I invited them to search the house as carefully as they wished.

I showed them every room.

I took them upstairs and eventually led them into the old man’s bedroom.

I showed them his possessions. Everything appeared to be safe and untouched.

The officers found nothing unusual.

I was becoming more confident.

In fact, I became so confident that I brought chairs into the bedroom and invited the officers to sit down and rest.

Then I made a terrible mistake.

I placed my own chair directly above the place where the old man’s body was hidden.

I sat there calmly.

At first, everything seemed perfect.

The officers talked to me in a friendly manner. They asked questions, and I answered them easily. I smiled and spoke confidently.

They did not suspect anything.

But after some time, I began to feel uncomfortable.

My head started to ache.

Then I noticed a strange ringing sound in my ears.

At first, I thought it was simply caused by nervousness.

But the sound became clearer.

It grew louder.

I continued talking because I wanted to hide my discomfort.

The officers, however, remained completely calm.

They continued chatting as if nothing unusual was happening.

The sound became even louder.

I began to speak more quickly.

I raised my voice.

But the noise continued.

Then I realized something terrible.

The sound was not coming from inside my ears.

It was coming from beneath the floor.

It was the same sound I had heard before.

A low, dull, rapid beating.

Like a watch ticking beneath a thick cloth.

My heart began to race.

How could the officers not hear it?

I became increasingly nervous.

I walked around the room.

I talked faster.

I laughed.

I tried to act naturally.

But the beating continued.

Louder.

And louder.

And louder.

I became convinced that the officers were pretending not to hear it.

Perhaps they knew.

Perhaps they had discovered everything.

Perhaps they were sitting there simply to watch me suffer.

Their calm conversation suddenly seemed cruel.

Their smiles seemed mocking.

I could no longer control myself.

The sound was everywhere.

It filled the entire room.

It seemed to grow louder with every second.

I felt that I could not bear it any longer.

I shouted at the officers.

“Villains! Stop pretending! I confess! Tear up the floor!”

I pointed desperately at the boards beneath my chair.

“There! There! It is the beating of his terrible heart!”

And with those words, I finally admitted what I had done.

– THE END –

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Vocabulary

Comprehension Questions

1. Why does the narrator insist that he is not mad at the beginning of the story?

2. What makes the old man’s eye so disturbing to the narrator, despite the fact that the old man has never harmed him?

3. Why does the narrator believe that his careful actions prove that he is intelligent rather than insane?

4. How does the narrator behave toward the old man during the daytime, and why does this behavior help conceal his intentions?

5. Why does the narrator wait for eight nights before finally attacking the old man?

6. What happens when the old man suddenly wakes up on the eighth night?

7. How does the narrator interpret the old man’s fear, and what does this reveal about his own psychological state?

8. Why does the sound of the old man’s heartbeat increase the narrator’s anger and anxiety?

9. How does the narrator convince himself that killing the old man is necessary?

10. What precautions does the narrator take to conceal the old man’s body after the murder?

11. Why does the narrator feel confident when the three police officers arrive at the house?

12. How does the narrator attempt to convince the officers that he has nothing to hide?

13. Why is placing his chair directly above the hidden body an important detail in the story?

14. What causes the narrator’s confidence to disappear while the police officers are sitting in the room?

15. Why does the narrator become convinced that the police officers can hear the beating beneath the floor, even though they remain calm?

16. What finally causes the narrator to confess, and what does his confession reveal about the relationship between guilt and his perception of reality?

Grammar Exercises

Answers:

1-B, 2-B, 3-A, 4-A, 5-C, 6-C, 7-A, 8-B, 9-B, 10-A, 11-C, 12-A, 13-A, 14-B, 15-A, 16-B

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