"THE RED DEATH HAD LONG BEEN FEEDING ON THE COUNTRY".
"There were sharp pains and a sudden feeling that the mind was rushing in circles inside the head".
It was near the end of their fifth month there that Prospero asked his friends all to come together for a dancing party, a masquerade
In this room stood a great clock of black wood. Gently it marked the seconds as they passed;and when it was time to mark the hour the clock spoke with a loud, clear voice,a deep tone as beautiful as music,but so strange that the music and the dancing stopped and the dancers stood still to listen.
And yet all this might have been acceptable-but the masquerader whom nobody knew had made himself look like the Red Death itself?
One by one the dancers fell, and each died as he fell.