Literature
Tell-Tale Heart II
Many nights have I awoken herein this cold, dark cellin horror. Many nights have I feared for my own safety. You laugh at me, you tell me Im mad. You simply say it is nothing but a dream, nothing but my imagination stirring about in my head, but I know better. It is not a dream, for what I see is realreal as the darkness surrounding me this night I tell you. It is a real vision of a real different realm, the realm of the dead.
My dream starts the same every night, as it has done for many many nights beforecould it still be a dream?It remains vivid each and every nightno, its vividness increase