Can you hear the heart beating? Can you feel its hot breath on your neck? Someone is watching us. Somebody knows!

 

Poor Edgar Allan Poe. I begin to think I understand why he may have gone a little mad.

A black cat on your shoulder. The blood moon rising behind you. That bleeding heart in your hand.

 

What is a horror writer to do?
 

The Tell Tale Poe Heart aka Edgar Allan Poe with Black Cat

$20.00Price