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She was the daughter of William Godwin and Mary Wollstonecraft, her mother died shortly after she was born

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She lost 3 children.

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She was in Switzerland with  Jane Clairmont, Lord Byron and John Polidori. They read a book of ghost stories and attempted in writing their own, this was when Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein.

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Her husband drowned in 1822 while sailing with a friend in the Gulf of Spezia.

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She died of brain cancer on February 1, 1851.

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Her stepmother decided that she wouldn't need to be educated.

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She published her first poem in 1807, through her father's company

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Her half-sister Fanny committed suicide.

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It has a very dark and spooky feeling. You can see a bit of smoke trailing on the floor. The lights are also very dim. The main color scheme is blue and black which gives a gothic vibe. It looks like it could lead to a castle or a courtyard.

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It has a very dark setting, with a lot of fog. The background of those crooked trees makes it look creepy. There are 2 lampposts at the front but they aren't lit. It looks like there is a man sitting by the side by himself. The main color scheme is black and grey.

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This image seems to be a picture taken in a castle of some sort. Again, there is fog surrounding the floor. There are some statues along the sides of the staircase. The main color scheme is grey. The lights are very white. There seems to be something behind the staircase.

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Plop! My sweat dropped onto the floor, even as the chilly wind pressed against my skin. Vines entangled the sides of the walls, it looked like they were moving but when I blinked a few times it seemed like they stopped. I picked up the candle from the side of the room. My footsteps echoed through the room. The cobblestones were old and dirty. A low growling noise came from the other side of the door. The sound of raggard breathing gave me a chill in my spine. I could almost imagine what was on the other side of the door, a monster, with dark scaly skin, 9 tails that were topped with daggers, two eyes, red and vicious. I steadied my breathing, the sound of claws scratching against the wall was enough to make my vision blurry. I felt the bottom of the floor. I leaned my head against one of the walls. The vines spurted out a mysterious smoke, it trailed along my ankles. The light from the candle blew out, I couldn’t see anything, it was a place of plain black. I used my fingers to find the doorknob, I gathered all my courage and went inside.

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Plop! My sweat dropped onto the floor, even as the chilly wind pressed against my skin. Vines entangled the sides of the walls, it looked like they were moving but when I blinked a few times it seemed like they stopped. I picked up the candle from the side of the room. My footsteps echoed through the room. The cobblestones were old and dirty. A low growling noise came from the other side of the door. The sound of raggard breathing gave me a chill in my spine. I could almost imagine what was on the other side of the door, a monster, with dark scaly skin, 9 tails that were topped with daggers, two eyes, red and vicious. I steadied my breathing, the sound of claws scratching against the wall was enough to make my vision blurry. I felt the bottom of the floor. I leaned my head against one of the walls. The vines spurted out a mysterious smoke, it trailed along my ankles. The light from the candle blew out, I couldn’t see anything, it was a place of plain black. I used my fingers to find the doorknob, I gathered all my courage and went inside.

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This is an image of count Dracula, I think that he is a gothic character because one of Dracula's most iconic powers is his ability to turn others into vampires by biting them. He is a dark character who feasts on blood.

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I think gargoyles are considered gothic characters because they are monsters that was made of a stone-like substance during the day. By night they become flesh by shedding the stone-like substance.

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Jekyll and Hyde participates in and furthers the Gothic themes of monstrosity, narrative experimentation, and ambiguity, and remains a classic of the genre.

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It was a foggy dark night, the moon round and full. I stared at it in wonder, hoping someday I will find my way outside of the boring house and watch the moon. My mom came up to me and immediately closed the blinds. She dragged me to my room, where she told me to go to sleep. Yet again I asked her " Mom, I wanna go out to see the world, why won't you let me?". She stared at me as if remembering something, she shook her head " Dear child, I am just keeping you safe." her voice barely even a whisper. She tucked me into bed and I drifted into sleep. My dreams were vivid, as if I had done them before. I dreamt of myself walking out of the house looking at the moon and howling. I had this dream frequently, my mother said it was just my imagination, but it left me shook.  Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door, I opened the door, the sound of the creaky hinges made my hair stand. I crept into my mom's room, she was fast asleep. I was about to go back into my room, when there was another knock. I didn't want to wake my mother, so I went to the door. My hand gripped the doorknob. The back of my neck felt warm, I could hear the heavy breathing of the person on the other side of the door, I opened it. On the other side of the door was a creature. It was hairy with dog-like fur, its eyes were black as if it were a demon, it wore a ripped suit and a top hat that reminded me of Frank Sinatra. It stared at me, a low, deep growling voice, started in its throat. I was so close to stepping outside that I could feel the chilly air, I could smell the trees. Before I knew it, I had stepped outside, I looked at the moon. My body started shaking, my teeth grew longer, hair started growing all over my face and my body, my eyesight sharpened. A gruesome pain started at the back of my neck, it spread to my feet and my chest. My vision was red, all my mind could think of was anger. My body curled up in pain, then it all subsided, I looked and howled at the moon. This was what I saw in my dream.

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Reading a gothic novel does make me be pleasurable terrified, I think gothic horror is popular because a lot of people love the thrill of reading gothic stories. I do like that feeling when you don't know what is coming next, the twists and turns if events, the monsters that lurk in the shadows and the one person who has to endure it all.

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I think monsters are both born and created by events. I think we all have a little bit of our own kind of monster inside of us, and sometimes they easily are awakened and sometimes certain events need to happen for them to be awakened. I think Stephen King was referring to monsters as our emotions, being angry sometimes can be considered as the monster inside of you. The one trait that is the monster inside of you.

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I think scientists should rely on their ethics, to help them pick the correct choices, if they lose their life trying to find the truth then the truth id not worth it. It depends on the situation, a person shouldn't be selfish, it the person can save lives then I think it could be worth it to find the truth about certain things.