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A Retelling of Edgar Allan Poe’s The Tell-Tale Heart I wake up.  It is a chilly night.  I am restless, but I do not know why.  I go downstairs and have a cup of warm, comforting tea.  But I still have a chilled feeling crawling down my spine.  I shake the thought away.  No. Nothing is happening.  It is cold, that’s all.  I creak back up the stairs.  There sits my cat, with its gold and silver eyes.  Fluffy is my prized possession.  But wait!  Something is wrong!  She is bristling; staring out the window.  But at what?  Wait! I see it!  A shadow, a shadow-oh so cold and cunning.  What is it?  It looks like a-oh no-it looks like a hu

A Retelling of Edgar Allan Poe’s The Tell-Tale Heart I wake up.  It is a chilly night.  I am restless, but I do not know why.  I go downstairs and have a cup of warm, comforting tea.  But I still have a chilled feeling crawling down my spine.  I shake the thought away.  No. Nothing is happening.  It is cold, that’s all.  I creak back up the stairs.  There sits my cat, with its gold and silver eyes.  Fluffy is my prized possession.  But wait!  Something is wrong!  She is bristling; staring out the window.  But at what?  Wait! I see it!  A shadow, a shadow-oh so cold and cunning.  What is it?  It looks like a-oh no-it looks like a hu