The Tell-Tale Bart

 

Can't they hear it? They must; the incessant mewling is maddening. I should have killed that damned beast and buried it in the basement alongside her.

 

Bart — she named that infernal feline, Bart.

Now, just where has the horrid beast run off to?

 

Those sounds...they seem to be coming from... no, it can't be! Strange noises, coming from underground, her father said...beneath the flooring of the basement.

 

But... the dead make no sound.

 

The police? Why have they come; who summoned them here?

 

Her father...he's called them!

 

Digging — they're all digging now. They'll find her, and when they do, they'll know.

 

Nuh–no...it's impossible, it simply can't be! I checked everything carefully before tossing her into the grave...

 

“Evildoers!” I cried, “dig no more! I'll admit what I've done –– here...dig here!

...It is the bleating of her hideous Bart!”