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Sequel in The Cask of Amontillado

Sequel in The Cask of Amontillado

Part One: Graphic Organizer

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Introduction

I had accomplished my mission. My longtime rival was now entombed in the catacombs of my family

Fortunato was gone and was certain that this would last for eternity. I was quite sure that the latter would not disclose this to anyone. The time to punish Fortunato had come, and I was not only determined to harm him but also to punish him with impunity
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My camouflage behavior towards Fortunato would go unnoticed and he would never doubt the goodwill I portrayed towards him

Fortunato was dead and this I was sure of, but he would never let me have the peace I anticipated His life kept on haunting me, and I kept on recounting our very last conversation.
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This would cost me my whole life

My motive for the killing was now losing meaning My conscience would tell me that it was my duty to ensure the demise of Fortunato.
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It was past half a century, and the death of Fortunato had remained a mystery and a secret.

The consequences of killing Fortunato were following me day and night. I regretted killing the helpless and peaceful Fortunato.

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Sleep was longer sound and nights seemed longer than before
 Fortunato’s spirits are visiting me every minute.
I will leave this house for Fortunato and his ghosts; this will save me from Fortunato’s unwanted visits.”

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“My dear wife, tomorrow we are living this house for another at the far end of the city,” I whispered as we prepared to sleep
At dawn, we started packing things so that I may leave Fortunato and his friends at peace
Fortunato is now doomed as he would no longer find me.
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In the new house, strange things started happening
There was this senior woman who walked from the ground floor to the top floor looking for her dead husband
Fortunato would never give up
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Despite old lady’s continuous cries, other mysterious things started to occur
Fortunato and his friends were the occupants. I always felt that I was being watched.
This dawned on me that Fortunato was out for revenge and he was not going to give up until his mission was achieved
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Fortunato would not leave any stone unturned, and hence he intensified his visits.
Every morning at 5.00 a.m. someone will walk on the stairs.
However, deep doubts on change of my behavior had come to pass. It was the time, to tell the truth.

Part Two: Introduction

I had accomplished my mission. My longtime rival was now entombed in the catacombs of my family. My greatest satisfaction came from the fact that I had done it all unnoticed. Only two souls had witnessed it: Fortunato and Montessor. Fortunato was gone and was certain that this would last for eternity. I was quite sure that the latter would not disclose this to anyone.  The thousand injuries would soon be healed by the sweet revenge. Perhaps, the greatness of my family would be restored. Fortunato was obviously not there to remind me of the belittling fact that I was not a freemason. My longing for vengeance had been satisfied. I would experience heightened success in my business after the death of Fortunato. The time to punish Fortunato had come, and I was not only determined to harm him but also to punish him with impunity. This was an ideal chance to implement the long-awaited revenge. Fortunato was to pay for his actions. blankPart Three

My camouflage behavior towards Fortunato would go unnoticed and he would never doubt the goodwill I portrayed towards him (Poe, 1). “Hugh, this was sweet revenge, my dear Fortunato.” Fortunato was dead and this I was sure of, but he would never let me have the peace I anticipated. My life was even more threatened than before. His life kept on haunting me, and I kept on recounting our very last conversation. I felt I had betrayed Fortunato.

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, MONTESSOR!”

“Yes,” I said, “for the love of God!”(Poe, 1)

This would cost me my whole life. My strength would now be turned to be my weakness. Nobody had witnessed the act, but it haunted me. My motive for the killing was now losing meaning. Did Fortunato have anything to do with my families demeaning? The victim had known nothing to do with his murder. He would never rest in peace as I said. There was to be no peace henceforth. The connoisseur of fine wine was now in the race of seeking revenge. I was always fighting with the two consciences, one of my consciences told me that we belonged to the same social class with Fortunato, and therefore I could not have killed him. However, another conflicting conscience would tell me it was my duty to ensure the demise of Fortunato.blankIt was past half a century, and the death of Fortunato had remained a mystery and a secret (Poe, 3). I was the only person who knew what had happened. However, this had not granted me any single element of peace. The consequences of killing Fortunato were following me day and night. Early in the morning, Fortunato’s spirits could bid me a good day. They would come back in the evening to say goodnight. I was living a miserable life. “Fortunato’s spirits were always haunting; I regretted killing the helpless and peaceful Fortunato.”

Sleep was no longer peaceful and nights seemed longer than before. My wife had begun to notice changes in my health. But, I was determined to preserve my secret at whichever price. The joy was no longer on my side, Fortunato’s spirits were visiting me every minute. I could see, hear and even sense the presence of Fortunato as I walked, as I seated, as I rested, as I bathed and as I sang. The presence of Fortunato was all over. Even though no one escapes with an act of murder, I was very much confident I would. I believed that Fortunato’s spirits were in the house I was living, and therefore I was to evacuate the house. “Yes! I am looking for a new house.”  “I will leave this house for Fortunato and his ghosts; this will save me from Fortunato’s unwanted visits.”blank“My dear wife, tomorrow we are living this house for another at the far end of the city,” I whispered as we prepared to sleep. My wife was reluctant, but I had the final say. At dawn, we started packing things so that I may leave Fortunato and his friends at peace. At dusk, we had finished arranging our new house located adjacent to tall trees and at the face of a small hill. It was beautiful indeed, and our children would enjoy the replete corridors and high-ceilinged roof. Fortunato is now doomed as he will no longer find me.

The atmosphere in the house looked good, and everybody was enjoying. However, strange things started happening. There was this a senior woman who walked from the ground floor to the top floor looking for her dead husband. The woman would always carry a stone with blood stains that she claimed to be an important evidence of her husband’s murder. I became worried that Fortunato had started visiting me again in the disguise of that woman. Fortunato would never give up.

Despite the old lady’s constant cries, other mysterious things started to occur. I started to sense that we occupied a house which already had occupants. Fortunato and his friends were the occupants. I always felt that I was being watched. Every single morning and evening we could hear some footsteps, but there was no one to be seen. Amazingly, doors could open and close at their volition. This dawned on me that Fortunato was out for revenge and he was not going to give up until his mission was achieved. I thought it was the time, to tell the truth even though I was a bit reluctant.blankFortunato would not leave any stone unturned, and hence he intensified his visits. Every morning at 5.00 a.m. someone would walk on the stairs. His rattling and heavy footsteps would force doors to open. Once the people wakes up, the footsteps would disappear, and the calm atmosphere would prevail till dawn. This continued until one day when an invisible image opened our bedroom door and called my wife by her name. “Kathleen, kindly ask your husband where is Fortunato?” My wife trembled in fear. She regained her senses once the strange sound disappeared. However, her long doubts on change of my behavior had come to pass. It was the time, to tell the truth.

Part Four:

Fortunato’s murder cost my life. Life has become miserable and no longer enjoyable. Life has become meaningless to me. My friend Fortunato went through a painful death, yet he knew nothing why he was killed. “Why did I kill Fortunato?” This question lacks a clear answer why did Fortunato die. I was sure Fortunato would never rest in peace until he had accomplished the revenge. Since the killing of Fortunato, I have been living a miserable life. In fact, life has lost meaning. No peace at home, no peace while with colleagues, no peace at all. “Fortunato, I beg your forgiveness, and I regret killing you” But Fortunato would not lend me his ear as my conscience continued telling me that killing him was right. blankHalf a century has passed, but Fortunato is still resentful as he died for no good reason. It is still my secrecy about the disappearance of Fortunato. However, Fortunato is back for his revenge. His frequent visits are capturing the attention of my family as well as that of friends. Even though I regret killing Fortunato, I still feel that it was a right decision to make. Fortunato has rendered my life meaningless; I am not the same person I used to be. The nights and days have become longer. Killing Fortunato had greatly affected my life. I felt as if I was going insane.

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