Montresor-Personal Narrative

Fortunato had never truly disappeared from his thoughts; he was always niggling in the back of his brain like the rat he had been in life. Nevertheless, he can’t quite pinpoint what it was about today that made Montresor set his mind on descending into the catacombs. It had been exactly two weeks, true, but this was not a noteworthy anniversary. Perhaps if two years had passed then the visit would be worthwhile or significant, but this visit could almost be called, from an outsider’s perspective anyway, one out of sentimentality. But it was hard to feel sentimental when Montresor could still remember the feeling of the sweat from his hands causing the trowel to slip slightly with every movement. Upon reaching the bricks, he places a hand against …show more content…
If Fortunato was not dead at the time of their last one-sided conversation, then he was most certainly dead by this time. Unlike before, the stench assaults his sense of smell as soon as he finishes his descent. There’s a faint sound of scratching echoing from some part of the catacombs but he pays it no mind. He has only one objective in this place.
“Oh Fortunato, how poorly you were named. To have been trapped in such a place with not even the Amontillado for company must surely be rather dreary.”
He pauses, letting his silence fill the room in a parody of waiting patiently for a response. But silence is not what Montresor hears in the following minutes. The scratching sounds still persists and has only increased in its intensity. In the pauses between each frenzy of whatever claws are being used, a faint squelching sound can be heard. Moving forward slightly with obvious hesitancy, Montresor approaches the bricks he had meticulously placed. It seems that on the side where his dear friend is currently residing is also the source of the scratching and squelching. Regardless of what wrongs Fortunato has hurled his way, it seems wrong that his body is potentially being desecrated with his killer a mere few feet