The Heart of the House
"This house has many hearts." Poltergeist (1982)
The "Tell-Tale Heart" is the drumbeat of the universe. It pounds on and on, in the mind of the presumably insane, but undeniably at least, unreliable and unnamed Narrator, making him remember that God is still there, the Eye of God which fell upon him, in the guise of the eye of the Terrible Old Man, was still scrutinizing him, still appraising him; stripping him bare of all his deceptions, of every ruse. He is a man condemned, held under a microscope. The thumping beating of that heart, in that accursed domicile of murder, is like the pounding down of the Judge's gavel, perhaps presaging the clap of the floorboards of the scaffold. And what, pray tell, sound does the trapdoor make as it swings open, inviting, with the cold, skeletal embracer of Mistress Death, the luckless human fly to stop, stay awhile, in her webbed parlor; stay the night. Stay forever.