The Tell-Tale Heart Narrative

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As I ambled along the narrow, winding path through the dense woods, I wondered again why I had agreed to this...It had been an arduous journey, and I was ready to turn back when the woods opened and there sat the dilapidated, old house we had been told about. The perfect location, or so we were told. I approached the broken-down porch cautiously, like a tightrope walker on opening day, when the wind suddenly kicked up and sent chills down my spine. The dilapidated porch loomed ominously before me My heart began to pound so loud I thought the whole forest could hear it. I nervously laughed, as it reminded me of a story I once read in middle school, “The Tell-Tale Heart,” about a man who confessed to murder because he thought he could hear
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