<b>This is a little project I thought may be fun. Rewrite the Raven in a story(ish) form. Tell me what you think, any comment is more than welcome! More to come. </b>

I must have been sleeping. Not quite asleep, perhaps. I can recall that miserable, dank night in December oh too well. I sat quietly in my chamber, thinking myself to sleep.

<i>Lenore, Lenore. </i>

Her face haunted my mind. She was beautiful, radiant…One of a kind. The angels must have envied her.

<i>My lost love. Lenore. </i>

It was then I heard a light knock at my door.

<i>A visitor at this hour? Odd.</i>

Light gusts of wind began blowing through each slightly ajar window, disturbing the eerie peace of my purple curtains. The cool air surrounded me, making my heart leap in my chest.

<i>A visitor. Nothing else.</i>

I got up and strode across the room, still trying to reason with myself who this uninvited midnight guest may be.

“Excuse me, dear guest. Please forgive me for not coming quicker,” I said while unlocking my chamber door. “I was sleeping when you knocked. It was so slight, I could not hear through my dreams.” I opened the door swiftly so I would not keep my company waiting at the door, but there was nothing looking back at me except for darkness. The breath of night blew straight through my body, chilling my spine and every other bone within me.

“Lenore?” I muttered her name under my breath so as not to be heard.

“Lenore…” A faint echo returned my cry as I stood in the doorway. That was all I heard, no second call followed the first.