In the night, about 11p.m i went to my room

In the night, about 11p.m i went to my room to sleep, when i was sleeping i smell something burning when i opened my eyes , i was shock to see a molten man , who was spraying fire

And the smoke seems to be coming out from my neighbor's house , so I decided to go over and help .

. The apple pie was burning, along with the rest of the house, but my main concern was the pie! My neighbor made the best apple pies & it was just a cryin' shame this one was going

to waste. What did she put in those pies, anyway? Prescription drugs? Eye of newt? Even with my pleading, she still wouldn't tell. Watching my house burn down, I knew it was a sign

that I'd be out house-hunting again soon. I was real observant like that. The old crone cackled while the flames licked the roof, and the siding crinkled and crackled.

Then the crone cackled again. Then she realized it was her house that was burning. "Oh nooooooo," screamed the old crone, "Not agaaaaaain." I laughed heartily.

Her craggy left hand shot into my chest and retrieved my throbbing cardiac organ. The crone cradled it in her tender, grisly palm. I fell to my knees. The body is just a chassis I

can change at will. I entered my heart held in the crone's hand. I beat furiously. I discovered I could make a kind of farting speech through my pulmonary and aortic valves.

Yes, I am he...the very heart the old crone held...the tell-tale heart. And I am your conscience, beating beneath the floorboards. You hear me, don't you?