Horror |
Was it the Devil? I told you, you may not like what you hear. But you've asked me to tell you about my life and my stories. And the truth is that memory causes the real and imagined to blend, metamorphosing what is real into a sometimes monstrous form, unrecognizable, dark. Such is my memory of the sweet Ada, a muse of some of my earliest raptures. I wrote about her once long ago.