Red Death Monologue

I woke up to the sound of banging on my door. I got up intending to open the door, but swiftly eyed the grandfather clock in my living room. It was only 5 a.m. “Who would come now?” I muttered to myself. I stopped on my tracks and thought about the Red Death. Should I open the door? What if it’s a victim of the Red Death coming here to ruin my life? I’m only 18, still haven’t found myself an obedient wife. “Hello! Anyone there? Please kind sir, open the door before I become a target of the Red Death.” I let out a sigh of relief and finally made my way towards the door. “What is it that you want? Have you no idea what time it is?” “I am very sorry Sir Edward, but I am the messenger of Prince Prospero. Prince Prospero wishes to grace himself

The aroma of marzipan led me to the dessert table. When my stomach reached satisfaction, I went to talk to Sir Paris and his daughter. I’m surprised Sir Paris came here with his rather attractive 15-year-old daughter, Anastasia. She had a black mask around her eyes which added to her attractiveness.“How are you cousin? Haven’t seen you in what I would like to call ages.” “Oh, Edward, I know. That horrific disease has everyone locked up in their house.” “Well thank the heavens that this party is taking place, at least we can have this small family reunion.” “Ah, yes. Stay right here brother, I have to talk to Prospero, I’ll be

“Do you want to dance, Anastasia?” “Only if you can catch me,” she smiled and ran.I stood there for a minute baffled at her sudden actions, but quickly recovered and chased her down. Maybe I won’t be single anymore, I thought to myself. As soon as I caught her, I stopped dead on my tracks. The sound made by the ebony clock symbolized the arrival of midnight. Everyone stopped doing what they were previously occupied with, too scared to move because of the sinister sound of the clock. “Who dares?” Prince Prospero’s voice echoed through the blue room disturbing the silence that settled in the atmosphere.“Who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? Seize him and unmask him that we may know whom we have to hang at sunrise from the battlements!” I looked back to see that he was talking about a mysterious figure. After a closer inspection, I observed that the stranger’s mask looks like the face of a corpse and his face had red spots, which resembled