Edgar Allen Poe. A mystery as a whole. His stories are still critically acclaimed to this day. It never started like that. In fact, it started in a manor of the dead. It all started when his (Poe’s) grandfather died at 57. Within his blood-stained will he pleaded the manor to go to him as he died alone in the home. The autopsy never showed any signs of death but his soul and/or life was sucked out of him but nevertheless he was missed dearly. Poe was 19 with passion to write with no ideas at the time. “Poe...hello?...EDGAR!” “What?” I moaned. “Snap out of it man.” I look up from state of self pity to see my best friend trying his best to cheer me up. “I will, just not today.” He sighs, ”Fine, If only I get …show more content…
“It is pure insanity from any perspective!” He blurts out, bug-eyed. “Exactly!” I snacthed the papers from his hands wearing a incredibly big smile on my face, slap them on the stack the papers, and carry it to the desk. I started the train of thought out of the station and zoned out. My friend started talking to me and I didn’t listen. I didn’t care, I had a lifetime of ideas at my finger tips. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After I had read the stack of papers constantly for a full week, the whole thing was a series of two families records both dealing with series of murders, insanity and plague but about a forth of it was trashed because most of it was birth records, marriages, and other