My favorite Edgar Allen Poe story: “The Masque of the Red Death!”
3 Main Reasons:
- I’m definitely a sucker for the masquerade.
- The rooms are different colors.
- The aristocrats think they can escape death and they are very wrong.
When I reread this, I wanted to highlight the whole story. The imagery entrances me every time.
“To and fro in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams. And these – the dreams – writhed in and about, taking hue from the rooms, and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps. And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the velvet. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock.”