by Edgar Allan Poe
Adapted to chat story format by captivated chat
My roommate and I were strolling one night down a long dirty street in the vicinity of the Palais Royal. Being both occupied in thought, neither of us had spoken a syllable for fifteen minutes at least. All at once, Monsieur Dupin interrupted my thoughts.Please share via social media if you enjoy this story!
Paving the way
A house in the Rue Morgue
(Ten minutes later)