2. It was a cold December night. Poe was thinking about his wife, so he read books to try to keep her off his mind. His wife died and is an angel in heaven now.
3. His curtains were blowing. Poe was thrilled but also frightened. Something had come through his window.
4. Poe calmed down before he started to talk to ‘that’ someone. He told ‘it’ that he was trying to take a nap and he would appreciate it if ‘it’ would leave.
5. Poe was standing there in the darkness wondering if ‘it’ could be his wife. He asked is it was her. No answer back. Poe, still