OCTOBER 3, 1849THE MYSTERIOUS DEATH OF EDGAR A. POE: VICTIM OF COOPING?
They ambushed me while I was on my way home. They made me terrified, this strange feeling making me afraid of even my own shadow.
They forced me to drink, over and over again, an endless cycle of alcohol, until I couldn't stomach it any longer. I couldn't stand even the sight of another bottle.
Vote for *****
The dark room was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. My ears had already adjusted to the silence of the room that when I heard the bustling sound of the polling house, I couldn't help but wince at the pain from the noise.
My instructions were to vote. With a pounding headache and a ringing in my ears, I walked into the polling house. My legs were heavy as I stumbled into the voting booth, and I quickly selected the candidate I was told to vote for.
I lost consciousness as soon as I stepped out of the polling house. A coworker had discovered me laying on the floor, in the wet rain, abandoned to die. After four painfully long days, I died.