Montresor's Incidents: A Short Story

Montresor and I have had mann “incidents” over the past few years. Some that may appear as insults to others. In result of my so-called ignorance, has led us to not speak for months on end. The next time that me and Montresor had met up was during carnival season. I can remember it as clear as day. It was dusk, and a very foggy evening. I was dressed up for the occasion, in my sik costume. Then suddenly, Montresor and I seemed to notice each other, out of the thousands of the people that were there. That night I had been drinking quite a bit more than I usually do. To me it felt like it was a dream. I was pretty exhausted, but I rose astoundedly when i heard Montresor whisper into my ear about an extremely expensive, rare and hard to get wine,

We continued to walk down the gleamy and musty hallway, and I became sick over the fact of how long this tunnel went on and on (pg. 215). It must have been nearly 20 minutes when Montresor told me we were only halfway there. “ I was walking slowly down the hallway, as I heard crackling noises beneath my feet, as I leaned down, I saw hundreds and hundreds of bones, but had no idea from which animal they had come from.” For some reason after that, I had felt very eary. As we reached the room i had no indication as of where I was and saw no sign of Amontillado. I could only smell the aroma of the alcohol from my breath (pg. 217). Never Mind the smell of the animals rotten flesh and bones (pg. 217). It had almost been an hour, and my intoxication had almost completely worn off (pg. 217). Now to me this seemed like a big joke (pg. 217). But if it was, why am I all the way down hear? It seemed very rustic and smelt very damp (pg. 217). Then Montresor led me to this secret chamber. Once I entered it, I had felt curious as why I was in there. Then, poof all of the sudden I was chained up by montresor and had no way to escape. The rattling of the chains made me feel weaker and weaker, but I shall not appear or show any sign of weakness or fear (pg. 217). Montresor stood dead in front of me and took out a tool of some sorts and started to lay bricks, one upon another. The wall just kept getting bigger and bigger to the point where it was