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As the trio of officers tore at the planks, they soon became acutely aware that और than just three lone people were working to get the body out- there was a fourth force, and this force was coming from the undersurface of the floor, where only the supposed corpse lay.
When they should have been seeing simply a hodge podge of gruesome pieces of an elderly man, they instead saw something far worse. They saw the stuff of nightmares as a zombie of sorts comprised of the shredded pieces jumped out at the men and quickly snapped their necks and threw them to the side- for they weren't his intended audience. But the dead-undead man did not have such a simple fate in mind for his would-be killer. Me.
This repulsive creation of Satan had such incredible strength that I quickly came to the realization that it could come only from Satan himself. Though all had thought that I was just yet another demented, psychotic lunatic, I was not. I had been flawlessly free of error in my perception of this villainous force, this pure evil. He had truly possessed an evil eye, and my hearing was indeed being finely honed द्वारा my simple physical proximity to this सूपरनॅचुरल dark एंजल residing within this old man. But of course I had had no पूर्व inkling of the extent of this horror. For who could ever have imagined the extent of this unholy abomination?
My panicky reflections were quickly and abrulptly cut short to an end as the monster leapt atop me. He opened his mouth, (I presumed to scream), but instead आग was all that resulted from the facial void. I suddenly realized that all traces of the old man were gone- vanished, wiped out, never again to be. This was all demonic, corrupt forces simply controlling the empty shell of what was formerly human. What had I done?
I was instantly set ablaze द्वारा this emanation of flame in a fit of lethal torture. As I lay growing closer and closer to a merciful relief of death, the hell hound from places unknown stood, and strode into the night to begin his reign of torture, terror, and death. As I began to pass into the mysterious afterlife या whatever it was that indeed waited for us on the other side, I felt immense, never-ending, soul-consuming regret for what I had set in motion through my comparatively innocent attempted slaying, for now the blame of the apparent fate of the entire world rested upon my shoulders.
And as I lay there sobbing grief-laden tears, I could already hear the screams and chaos surrounding me, caused द्वारा me, all around me.
And in that instant, the last of the life forces drained from my body.
I died.
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I NEVER knew anyone so keenly alive to a joke as the king was. He seemed to live only for joking. To tell a good story of the joke kind, and to tell it well, was the surest road to his favor. Thus it happened that his seven ministers were all noted for their accomplishments as jokers. They all took after the king, too, in being large, corpulent, oily men, as well as inimitable jokers. Whether people grow fat द्वारा joking, या whether there is something in fat itself which predisposes to a joke, I have never been quite able to determine; but certain it is that a lean joker is a rara avis in terris....
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TRUE! -- nervous -- very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will आप say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses -- not destroyed -- not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily -- how calmly I can tell आप the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me दिन and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged...
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From childhood's घंटा I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same स्रोत I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My दिल to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, या the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the बादल that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
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Dramatic interpretation of Edgar Allan Poe's famous tale of murder and madness.
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