"It's just Halloween! I'll be fine alone for a while," her voice echoes in my memory as I return home and open the door, unconsciously noting that it's unlocked. Creaking open the door, my shoes squelch in a warm puddle, and I look down to see her lying in a pool of blood, opening my mouth to let out a silent scream as a red-stained hand covers my face and an icy blade bites into my throat.
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An Ode to Edgar
HorrorI adore the way Edgar Allan Poe was able to seamlessly incorporate such poignant imagery and complex literary devices into his macabre works. He truly was a tortured genius, and this will be a series of my own [poe]ms and short stories inspired by h...
