The story in one page
The narrator wants you to know he is not mad. As proof, he explains how calmly and carefully he murdered an old man he lived with. He had nothing against the old man — except his eye, pale and filmed over like a vulture's, which he could no longer bear.
For seven nights he opens the old man's door at midnight, a little at a time, and shines a thin beam of lantern light onto the sleeping face. The eye is always closed, so he cannot do it. On the eighth night the old man wakes. The narrator hears a low, quick sound he is certain is the old man's heart, beating louder and louder, and he kills him.
He hides the body under the floorboards and is delighted with himself. When police arrive at four in the morning — a neighbour heard a shriek — he invites them in, brings chairs, and sets his own right over the hiding place. They chat. And then he begins to hear it again.
Who's who
- The narrator
Unnamed, unreliable, and very keen that you think he is reasonable.
- The old man
Kind, harmless, and owner of the wrong eye.
- The police officers
Polite, relaxed — and, to the narrator, unbearable.
What it's really about
- Guilt
- The heartbeat may be real, imagined, or his own. Either way, guilt is the thing that cannot be buried.
- The unreliable narrator
- Every claim of sanity is evidence against it. Poe makes you the only witness to a confession.
- Obsession
- A single detail — an eye — swells until it is the whole world.
- Time
- Midnights, minutes, a watch's tick: the story is counted out like a heartbeat.
Why it's memorable
- It is short enough to read in the time it takes to make tea, and you will not sleep afterwards.
- The opening line argues with you before you've said anything.
- It might be the most imitated confession in horror.
The ending, explained
Spoilers — show the ending
As the officers chat, the beating grows louder — 'louder! louder! louder!' — and the narrator becomes convinced they can hear it too and are mocking him. He cannot stand their smiles. He screams at them to tear up the planks and confesses, blaming the beating of the old man's hideous heart. Whether the sound was the dead man's heart, his own, or nothing at all, Poe never says. That is the point.
For your book club
- What is the narrator really afraid of — the eye, or being seen?
- Does anything in the story prove the heartbeat is real?
- Why do the officers stay so calm?
- Is this a story about madness, or about guilt?