Montresor: A Short Story

More success, more triumph. Why not? There isn’t a man, nay a soul, that could best me. But it is with wine that I celebrate my glory. The more the better, as wine is my source of comfort. I indeed celebrate with my trusted friend Montresor, who had accompanied me during the carnival season. Dusk lay across the land, and while the people cheered and laughed, I was mesmerized my what my friend had to tell me. “A pipe” I stumbled a bit by the news, unsure if I’d even heard it right. “Impossible! And in the middle of the carnival!" He looked at me but I scarce recognized the details of his face, for wine and intoxication has taken hold. “Amontillado” I repeated.
“I have my doubts, and I must satisfy them” my friend commented. “Amontillado”
I began to cough severely, to which i had been coughing for several days. To me, the cough meant nothing, but Montresor objected.
"Come, we will go back; your health is precious.”
Enough” I silenced him. “It was merely a cough, nothing more, I shall not die of a cough”
He presented me with wine to which I was most gracious and consumed the wine in one gulp. We pressed on. Into the catacombs we ventured, my heart still focused on that pipe of Amontillado. We reached the far end of the crypt, I scuffled me feat against what I believe to be human remains.
Suddenly I was seized by a figure who chained me up to the walls of the crypt. I fought with my strength, but alas i was unable to free myself. I pulled and pulled but the chain would not give.
Amontillado I was able to get out
The voice of my friend, Montresor, was all that spoke “True. Amontillado”
I could hear the faint sound of the wall of which I entered being boarded up. In a desperate attempt I let about a loud scream. I screamed and bellowed, but nothing happened. All I could here was the wall being boarded. My screams subsided to a chuckle.
“They will not be awaiting us at the palazzo. Let us be