For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief.
- First sentence
The first time I read an Edgar Allan Poe story, I was a teenager. I haven't read all of his works, but I did read The Telltale Heart, Murders in the Rue Morgue, The Cask of Amontillado, The Pit and the Pendulum, The Raven, and probably others that I don't remember. I enjoyed Poe's stories, but I haven't read anything by him in a while.
I chose to read The Black Cat for the Black Cat Square in Halloween Bingo.
I did not enjoy this story. Yes, Poe was a masterful storyteller and he was original and creepy. But, this one did not scare me at all. I hated reading about how the narrator treated the cat who adored him. I wanted him to suffer for what he did. I wasn't surprised by the ending, perhaps because I did read this story in my teenage years.
There is one thing that did surprise me (although I guess it shouldn't have, given the man's character and that this is a Poe story)...
(sorry about the spoiler. I couldn't get it to work properly and my preview wasn't working. I finally just took it out. Hope I didn't spoil the book for anyone...)
Bottom line, this story disturbed me (and maybe that is part of what horror stories are supposed to do). I prefer my horror stories to not involve animal abuse.
Avoid if you are sensitive to animal cruelty.