Although he was dead, I was sure I could feel a heart beat through the pillow, a thump, steady and sure, for some moments, just like someone tapping on my skin.

Hiding the body wasn't a problem. You may say that I am mad - but how could a mad person plan and organise the concealment so carefully? I dismembered him neatly; first I severed the nose, as it had offended me the most. Then arms, hands,legs and feet. There were no blood stains - I cleaned up very carefully. I personally like a certain brand: "Bang - and the blood is gone!" Ha. Then, where to hide the limbs, I wondered. There was a cupboard under the stairs, in the hallway, which would be convenient. I had some large plastic crates, with lids; one of those would do perfectly. I packed the body parts neatly into the crate and snapped the lid shit. Then, as putrefaction began, there would be no smell. Perfect. As I said, how could a mad person work it all out so carefully? I am, most definitely, not mad.