The Black CatBy Edgar Allen Poe, 1843
For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief.Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, madam I not --and very surely do I not dream. But to-morrow I die, and to-day I would unburden my soul. Myimmediate purpose is to place before the world, plainly, succinctly, and without comment, a series ofmere household events. In their consequences, th...
Halloween is around the corner, so what better way to get in the spirit than a good old fashion ghost story.
I TOOK a large room, far up Broadway, in a huge old building whose upper stories had been wholly unoccupied for years, until I came. The place had long been given up to dust and cobwebs, to solitude and silence. I seemed groping among the tombs and invading the privacy of the dead, that first night I climbed up to my quarters. For the first time in my...