Wednesday, September 19, 2012



No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall within. There came forth in return only a jingling of the bells. My heart grew sick -- on account of the dampness of the catacombs. I hastened to make an end of my labour. I forced the last stone into its position; I plastered it up. Against the new masonry I reerected the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them.

The Cask of Amontillado

Art by Arnaud de Vallois.

Text source.
I had an English teacher in high school who read this story to us from memory. Funny how those things stay with you forever.


bean said...

One day in 8th grade, we came back from recess to a darkened classroom. The teacher told us to sit and get comfortable; and instead of Math class, she read "The Tell-Tale Heart" to us. I was so enthralled I could barely breath.

She gave me the book afterwards. :)

Rot said...

You're the coolest.

chairriots said...

The Alan Parson's Project album,"Tales of Mystery and Imagination" which is a collection of songs based on Edgar Allen Poe stories is a good listen

A Spooky Soiree said...

thanks for finding & posting this image -so awesome and such an inspiration for me!

Arnaud de Vallois said...

thanks for plugging, cheers!

Also, I picked up two of your lovely pumpkins (Lighted Sinister Pumpkin Head, and a Witchy Pumpkin Head) and have to say they are just AWESOME.

I bought them from The Warm Hearth in Julian, CA. They've got a great little Halloween display and your stuff just rocks it. I should find the photos I snapped and post them.

Rot said...

Cool! Thanks for that!
We really appreciate it : )

Would love to see a photo.
It's so cool thinking of those pumpkins in shops.