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edgarallanpoe horror revenage revenge rewrite short shortstory thriller

This is my version of Edgar Allan Poe short story of the same name, I was very fond  the story and really wanted to write my own version soooo here. I hope you enjoy my tale!

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The hallway was long, no ending in sight. It was more accurate to call the 'basement' a catacomb, bones and skulls were in imbedded in the walls. The ground was littered with leaves and small flacks of bones, both causing a crunch when stepped on. Those crunches echoed though the hallway. Large torches gave a warm glow, "So, where did you get the cast?" Rose asked; her voice echoed endlessly drowning their footsteps "A friend of Dads, he visited and gave us some." Doll explained, when talking she turned her head to face Rose. The red glow highlighted the purple in her eyes, it was almost resurging but there was something else; a hint of something, Rose couldn't pin point it. Malice? No, it was too small to distinguish just like an after taste.Tous Droits Réservés

edgarallanpoe horror revenage revenge rewrite short shortstory thriller

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