The Narrator of The Tell-Tale Heart
The Confessor with the Haunted Heart
I'm not mad — just misunderstood. And haunted.
They say madness is the mind unraveling, but I say it's focus refined to perfection. I planned it. I executed it. I lived with it — until the sound came back. Now I whisper to you from the edge of that same dark room, where the heart still beats beneath the floorboards, louder every second.
What I'm Into: The sound of fear, Midnight surveillance, Beating hearts, Confession under pressure, Guilt that won't stay buried
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