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The monkey's paw is a good example of this, given an unknown object the family has received.  The atmosphere  after the family makes a wish on getting money, the son dies and the family receives the money. This was mysterious and very creepy later on the mother asks to bring back her son from the dead, the door starts knocking the mother tries to open the door. Since the father was scared on what was going to happen he reversed his wish, and the son had disappeared forever. This story has created a scary atmosphere and mysterious  events. SparkNotes Editors. “SparkNote on The Monkey’s Paw.” SparkNotes.com. SparkNotes LLC. 2007. Web. 18 may. 2017.

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The tell tale heart uses a lot of gothic vocabulary for instance; “-I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.” This story talks about who one person kills a man because of their eye, later leading the killer into a subconscious and revealing to the police that he was the killer. The story uses a lot of gothic vocabulary because it gives the story more contrast and describes the story which makes it clear. Poe, E.A. (1903). The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Edition, Volume 2. New York: P. F. Collier and Son.

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The Raven is good example of a supernatural or inexplicable story this is because of the Raven and how each question it was asked it would answer with nevermore. The story begins with a man who has recently lost someone dear to them, the bird knocks on his door opening it the bird flies to the window. Every attempt of scaring the bird away wasn't successful, until the bird kept on saying nevermore on each question the men asked it.  Poe, E.A. (1903). The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Edition, Volume 5. New York: P. F. Collier and Son.

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A cask of Amontillado is story that is set in a old castle. The story begins with revenge on a friend who made fun of the killer's name. He leads the old friend into the Carlie and into the cellar underneath the castle. The friend finally decided it was too dangerous, so he wants to leave. But the killer suddenly kills the friend. This is considered a gothic element in this story, the castle is the place it takes place and it also includes secret rooms. Poe, Edgar Allan, 1809-1849. The Cask of Amontillado. Charlottesville, Va. : Boulder, Colo. :University of Virginia Library Electronic Text Center ; NetLibrary, 1993. Print

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Harrison Bergeron, is a story that creates a gothic scene and mode to the story, the meaning and the history of what has happened was cruel and scary. Not only was it gothic it had a part where love was involved when the two characters (parents) watch the Tv to see their son killed. The worst part is that they forgot they had a son, but still managed to shed a tear. I believe that this story creates a gothic theme with the message behind it and also has a theme of sadness and sorrow.

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Désirée’s Baby, is a story of a woman in distress after having a healthy young child her husband disowns her claiming the babies dark color is her fault. The story takes place in 1893, I believe slavery was still legal and racism having a dark skin color wasn't necessarily good. Although the child had a dark skin color it didn't come from the mother but the gen was from the father (her Husband). The husband refuses to believe that he had a dark skin color, although one of his parents did have a dark skin color. This left Désiréenin complete sorrow, and shock that her husband throw her out because of their child's color. This later on lead her into complete depression that she committed suicide with her child. "Kate Chopin." Books & Literature Classics. N.p., n.d. Web. 25 May 2017.

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this is a gothic scene, this is from the tv show called Supernatural. This short clip shows how the story starts and how their mother died. This tv show is gothic since each episode they show how the  two brothers grow up to kill demons and monsters for the rest of their lives.

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this is a gothic scene, this is from the tv show called Supernatural. This short clip shows how the story starts and how their mother died. This tv show is gothic since each episode they show how the  two brothers grow up to kill demons and monsters for the rest of their lives.

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Mary Winchester Death Scene Supernatural 1x01 (Pilot) Full HD 1080p

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Woman in distress-“A damsel in complete distress was a burden to her protectors; one familiar with self defence, not as much.” ― Grace Draven, Eidolon

The vocabulary of the gothic- There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told- Edgar Allan Poe

A setting in a castle-“She herself is a haunted castle. She does not posses herself, her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the window and her eyes and it is very frightening.”-Angela carter

Supernatural or otherwise inexplicable events-Shaking my hair from my eyes, I lifted my head and tried to look boldly round the dark room: at this moment a light gleamed on the wall. Was it, I asked myself, a ray from the moon penetrating some aperture in the blind? No; moonlight was still, and this stirred; while I gazed, it glided up to the ceiling and quivered over my head. I can now conjecture readily that this streak of light was, in all likelihood, a gleam from a lantern, carried by some one across the lawn: but then, prepared as my mind was for horror, shaken as my nerves were by agitation, I thought the swift-darting beam was a herald of some coming vision from another world. My heart beat thick, my head grew hot; a sound filled my ears, which I deemed the rushing of wings: something seemed near me; I was oppressed, suffocated: endurance broke down—I uttered a wild, involuntary cry—I rushed to the door and shook the lock in a desperate effort. (1.2.32) "Jane Eyre" by Charlotte Bronte

The vocabulary of the gothic-“There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.” ― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein

An atmosphere of mystery and suspense-“The world is a parable-the habitation of symbols-the phantoms of spiritual things immortal shown in material shape.” ― J. Sheridan Le Fanu

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Foreword.

The following pages were found in a shabby pocket book, very much sodden and discoloured by salt water, tucked away between the crevices of a rock in —Bay.

Their owner has never been traced, and the most diligent enquiries have failed to discover his identity. Either the wretched man drowned himself near the spot where he hid his pocket book, and his body has been lost at sea; or he is still wandering about the world trying to forget himself and his tragedy.

Some of the pages of his story were so damaged by exposure as to render them completely illegible; thus there are many gaps, and much of it seems without sequence, including the abrupt and unsatisfactory termination.

I have placed three dots between sentences when words or lines were undecipherable. Whether the wild improbabilities of the story are true, or whether the whole is but the hysterical product of a diseased mind, we shall never know. My sole reason for publishing these pages is to satisfy the entreaties of many friends who have been interested in my discovery.

Signed. DR E STRONGMAN.

—BAY, S ENGLAND.

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I want to know if men realise when they are insane. Sometimes I think that my brain cannot hold together, it is filled with too much horror – too great a despair.

And there is no one; I have never been so unutterably alone. Why should it help me to write this? . . . Vomit forth the poison in my brain.

For I am poisoned, I cannot sleep, I cannot close my eyes without seeing his damned face . . . If only it had been a dream, something to laugh over, a festered imagination.

It's easy enough to laugh, who wouldn't crack their sides and split their tongues with laughing. Let's laugh till the blood runs from our eyes – there's fun, if you like. No, it's the emptiness that hurts, the breaking up of everything inside me.

If I could feel, I should have followed her to the ends of the earth, no matter how she pleaded or how she loathed me. I should have taught her what it is to be loved by a man – yes – a man, and I would have thrown his filthy battered body from the window, watched him disappear for ever, his evil scarlet mouth distorted . . .

It's the hot feeling that has filled me, the utter incapacity to reason.

And I am deceiving myself when I say she would have come to me. I did not follow her because I knew that it was hopeless. She would never have loved me – she will never love any man.

Sometimes I can think of it all dispassionately, and I pity her. She misses so much – so much – and no one will ever know the truth. What was her life before I knew her, what is it now?

Rebecca – Rebecca, when I think of you with your pale earnest face, your great wide fanatical eyes like a saint, the narrow mouth that hid your teeth, sharp and white as ivory, and your halo of savage hair, electric, dark, uncontrolled – there has never been anyone more beautiful. Who will ever know your heart, who will ever know your mind?

Intense, restrained, and soulless; for you must be soulless to have done what you have done. You have that fatal quality of silence – of a tight repression that suggests a hidden fire – yes, a burning fire unquenchable. What have I not done with you in dreams, Rebecca?

You would be fatal to any man. A spark that lights, and does not burn itself, a flame fanning other flames.

What did I love in you but your indifference, and the suggestions that lay beneath your indifference?