The Masque of the Red Death
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The Masque of the Red Death
(Guest point of view)
Megan Moreno
7th Period English II
Ms. Johnson
The Red Death had pretty much devastated and ruined my whole country. There wasnt anything that had ever been so fatal and disturbing. The half an hour of which seemed like half a century was just a horrible incident to even witness when the Red Death hit.
Half the people on our land were dead. Prince Prospero, one of the happiest and wisest, generously invited us over to live in one of his beautiful palaces so we could forget the sickness the red death brought and leave the outside world.
Near the fifth of the month, Prospero had asked me along with other friends to get together for a masquerade. We would all dress in the fine clothes and with our eyes or maybe even our whole face covered by a mask.
The masquerade was definitely a scene to see, something you could not miss! Prospero had seven very different rooms in which we can all dance. The rooms were all different colors. First was blue, second was purple, third green, fourth yellow, fifth white, sixth violet, and the last black. In the black room it was as night and the windows were red like blood. Only a few dancers entered these dark walls. In the room there was a clock of dark black wood. Always ticked and marked the seconds, spoke clearly and loudly as each hour passed, while a strange sound of music played. We would all stop including the music and listen every time the hour passed.
When the clock strikes twelve the same hourly process occurs. I look over to the first room, the one with all blue and there it is. A strange masquerader Ive never seen! I exchange glances all over the room to see if Im the only one that notices and then a fear shriveled through me. This could not be good.
This stranger looked like he should be six foot under! I couldnt tell if he was wearing a mask or he actually a dead man. It was too hard to tell the difference! He had blood splattered all over his dark clothing. He could pass as the Red Death itself!
Suddenly Prospero shouts in anger. It gave me the chills that ran down my spine. I can hear him loud and clear, word for word, as he shouts from the blue room. “Who dares?” he shrieks. “Take him! Seize him! Pull off his mask so that we may know who we must hang at sunrise!” I stand there cold and awakened. Others around me rush to this stranger, but once they are near and in reach of him they come to a halt. The stranger calmly walks to the second room passing closely by Prospero who is in complete shock. He went from the blue room to the purple, purple room to the green room, green to yellow, through the white, and then lastly the black.
When the stranger reached the seventh