“I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.”
“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered,
weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of
forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there
came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my
chamber door.
Tis some visitor," I muttered,
"tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more."
Edgar Allan Poe could make the hair go up on
the back of your neck. Why do people
like to be scared? Maybe it’s the relief
you feel when you realize you’re okay.
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