Alternate Ending To Frankenstein

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I’ll never forget the day that I died. It was a raw autumn gale. The wind was whipping through the branches of the trees, creating a cyclone of leaves spiralling through the air. The ravens shrieked as they flew pertinaciously against the wind. The sensual cacophony of thunder, lightning, wind and rain spawned in me a feeling of contempt for the storm. The storm could not touch me. I was safe in my dwelling, shabby enough as it was. I mocked the storm, that for all its great bravado, it still could come no closer to breaking down my home than a humble house fly . I resided in a small cottage in the country, far from the hustle and bustle of city life. I made ends meet as a travelling storyteller and handyman. I was not young, far from…show more content…
And each night, one of their eyes ends up in here,” the creature said, gesturing to the jar. “ Then, they disappear. And no one ever sees them again.” That was it. I tried to make for the barred window, but my legs had turned to stone. The hooded figure advanced on me until I was staring into its glowing, crimson eyes. “No one has ever escaped me. “ The creature whispered, “And Neither will you.” The creature raised a long, crooked scythe above its head. I braced for impact. The creature roared as he brought the scythe down upon my skull. I woke up in a cold sweat. I was back in my bedroom. I could hear the sound of raindrops on the shingled roof. It had all been a dream! The feeling of jubilation so enrobed me that I couldn’t hold back a small cry of happiness at my revival from the nightmare. However, the room was black as pitch and I might as well have been blind without my eyeglasses. My hand groped for my glasses that usually resided on my nightstand. But, instead of closing around the familiar form of my glasses, my outstretched hand closed around the cylindrical form of a jar. The hair on my neck stood on end. With shaking hands, I lit an oil lamp. To my utmost terror, the jar that now stood on my nightstand contained hundreds of pulsating, oozing eyeballs. Lightning flashed, I heard the guttural roar of the hooded creature. I tried to scream, but it was already too

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