I have loved to write since I was very young. Even in grade school, I enjoyed writing stories that left people thinking the unbelievable was a bit more believable. Through words, I was sharing my own fascination of the unknown and challenging others to look outside of the familiar.  I admired Edgar Allan Poe in that way.

Even Poe’s death was a mystery.  On October 7, 1849, he was found roaming the streets of Baltimore, incoherent and delirious.  He was never able to explain how he ended up that way. He died without an explanation. Some suggest his own dark tales came back to haunt him. Others say they were in his head all along and that his inner struggle cost him his life. We will never know, but he was buried behind a small church. (more…)