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Because this novel was translated and rewritten by the writer himself.

Didn't take it from anywhere else. So there are some things.

I would like to understand the reader a little bit.

1. Reiter's translation We do not focus on translating every word exactly.

But we focus on translating to make it easy for readers to understand. Many sentences will be modified.

It's in Thai style, so when readers try to buy it and read it themselves, they might see that it has

Many points are not translated correctly. I would like to understand at this point.

2. The writer bought this story from the English reading set, Good at English, Level 3.

of Ogfrod, so the story may not be completely complete, I apologize for that.

3. (Additional) In each episode, the writer may press up often about 5-6 times.

I would like to clarify that this is because the expressions were adjusted to be more elegant.

But the entire story will not change in any way.

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Black cat  : 

black cat

Rachana by :

Edgar  Allan  Poe

Translated and arranged: Sunset

black cat

I know you don't believe this. And only a crazy person would want you to believe it. But I'm not crazy! And before I die tomorrow Today I must tell my story to the world. In case one day There will always be someone who is cooler. and more calm than me Let's explain this.

I have always been an animal lover. I really love them from my heart. early childhood period of life When I was a child, we always kept many animals at home. So I usually spend a lot of time playing and taking care of them. As time passes I have grown into a polite and solemn man. Along with the love for animals growing as well.

I found them to be more sincere and honest than people. Animals have always been my best friends.

I got married at a young age. Luckily, my wife also loves animals. and often buys various animals as gifts for me Our house is truly full of animals. We have birds, fish, a dog, chickens and a cat.

This cat, we called him Pluto, was a big, beautiful, and intelligent black-haired cat. I loved Pluto more than any animal I had ever owned. I will do everything for Pluto myself. I never let my wife do it. I play with it, feed it, and it likes to follow me everywhere.

Over the years, Pluto and I became close friends. It was at this moment that my life slowly began to change. I became an alcoholic Symptoms of severe alcohol cravings escalate to the point of becoming a chronic disease. I became more angry and violent.

He started arguing with his wife. And there began to be a fight. Even pets are not spared. I've changed Ignore them. Sometimes he is cruel and cruel to them. But I never hurt Pluto. As time passed, my illness worsened. Soon after, Pluto could not avoid my madness.

One night I came back late. I drank until I was completely intoxicated and unconscious. When Pluto saw me It tried to run away. And that makes me angry. I grabbed Pluto by the back of his neck and punched him with all my might. Startled, he bit my hand. Immediately, a fierce madness took hold. making it impossible to perceive anything except the fire of anger that was burning

I slowly pulled a knife out of my pocket, opened it, and carefully pressed it into one of Pluto's eye sockets. Today, I tremble as I write these words. Every time I think of the events of that day I still feel sad and hurt.

When I woke up the next morning I feel ashamed of whatever I did yesterday. But this feeling was not strong enough to make me change myself. I came back to drink drunken Yum Pe again. 'Cause it's so hard to stop And soon I forgot all about it.

Many months have passed. Pluto's condition improved. His deep, hollow eye sockets still looked terrifying. But the injury has healed. No wonder it runs away every time I look at it. Probably afraid that I would hurt him again. At first I was sad to see him run away. Because it was the one pet that once loved me the most.

But then it started to turn into anger. There are strange things about the human heart. We humans seem to like to repeatedly injure ourselves. No matter who you are Or how many hundred times? Do we still do stupid or terrible things even though we know it is something we shouldn't do? It's like this. The urge to harm oneself

Pushing me to continue doing the worst things...

One morning, when I woke up I found that the rope was tight around Pluto's neck. Immediately, I grabbed the poor pet and hung it from a tree. then let it die I cried after everything was over. Face covered with tears Inside I felt dark and heavy. But I killed it

I killed it because I knew it loved me. Because I know it won't hurt me. And even more so because I knew I was doing something very evil and wrong.

The same night a fire broke out in our house. I woke up to the sound of shouting, "Fire!" When I open my eyes It was found that the fire had spread close to the bedroom. My wife and I ran as fast as we could out of the house. As luck would have it, we were spared death. But the house and almost everything in it All burned away with the fire.

The next day, I went back into the house. Saw many people standing together in groups. They all stared at the wall. Only one wall was still standing after the fire. It's one wall in my bedroom. It is the remaining part of the bed. As I walked closer to the wall, I heard someone say, 'How strange!' said another. 'Impossible!' Suddenly I saw a big cat, not a real cat.

But it was a cat-shaped mark on the white bedroom wall with a clear outline. I could also see the mark of the rope around its neck.

I stood still in terror. I was so shocked that I couldn't do anything. Suddenly slowly I thought back to last night. After I hung the cat from the tree and left the backyard. After that, neighbors were the first to notice the fire. Many people rushed into the garden. One of them cut the cat's rope from the tree.

and threw it into the open window. to wake me up The cat's lifeless body crashed into the bedroom wall and a mark appeared on it. This is because the plaster on the wall is still new and still soft.

Although, to what extent do my ideas make sense and be logically explained? But that strange mark on the wall still made me feel deeply worried. I think about cats day and night. I began to feel guilty and regretful about killing it. Walk the streets at night, looking at each cat. In case there is one that is like Pluto.

One night, I went out to drink at my regular bar. Immediately, a large, completely black cat was noticed. I walked in to find Reach out your hand and touch it. It's too big. Probably on par with Pluto. It's like...a lot like Pluto. One exception Where Pluto has black fur all over his body. But this cat has a white mark on its front.

I touched him and almost immediately he leaned down and rubbed me friendly against my leg. That's it, I had made up my mind. This is the cat I want. I paid the bar owner a certain amount of money to buy the cat from him. But he told me that he was not the owner of this cat. To be honest, he didn't even know where this cat came from.

So I took the cat home. My wife immediately liked it. And it has lived with us ever since. After a while, I don't know why. This cat always makes me angry. The more time passes The more I hated it.

I did not harm it under any circumstances. I tried to tread it as deep as possible.

Then I realized one reason why I hated this cat so much. One morning after I bought it for my house, I looked at it like Pluto. It lost one of its eyes. My wife, who is kind and gentle like me in the past, I love it so much because of this. But it doesn't like my wife. He loves only me.

Every time I sit down It would jump up on my knee. When I leave the room, it runs in front of me and stands between my two feet. Or climb up on your legs. Now I want to kill him! But I didn't do it because I was too afraid. I was afraid of cats, and what I was even more afraid of were the marks on their chests.

I checked the mark and at first there was nothing wrong. It was just an ordinary white mark, but little by little, the mark grew larger and changed until it took on an ugly shape. hideous I... find it very difficult to write the following words while I am a prisoner. When that mark

It was shaped like a gallows! Yes, that's the wooden pole used to hang people!

As the days went by, my fear grew stronger. more and more I am a three-breasted man. Become a coward and be afraid of just one cat! Why am I so afraid of it? Just a beast? Even though I thought all day and all night, I couldn't find the answer. It has become a haunting nightmare.

My mind sank into a dull, murderous state, hating everything, hating everyone, and...hating existence.

One day, my wife and I needed some items from the basement of our house. The cat followed us down the stairs and put itself in front of me. Made me almost lose control and fall. I'm madly angry. Picking up an ax in his hand, he started sweeping back and forth like crazy to kill it. But my wife came and hugged me and stopped me.

Immediately, all patience was broken. Enraged, I swung my ax down on her head with full force. Her body fell and hit the ground. There wasn't even a scream.

After all the madness calmed down. I calmly thought of a way to hide her corpse. Of course, I knew that there was no way I would be able to get it out of the house. Whether during the day or at night Because someone must see So I had to think of another way...I could cut her body into small pieces and burn it with fire.

Or I could bury it under the floor of the room, or I could put the body in a box and have someone carry it away... in the end. I can think of a better way. I decided to hide her body behind the basement wall.

It immediately popped into my head. that it must be a wall only The wall around the old fireplace pit that hasn't been used in a long time. A brick wall surrounds both the front and back, but in the middle there is space. I immediately took action. Taking the remaining bricks from the front of the wall, he carefully moved her body against the back of the wall.

Then turn the brick wall behind and plaster it over with cement again. Check to make sure that the color of the bricks is consistent and doesn't look like they were newly made. Soon the wall looked no different from the original. When everything is fine I looked down at the plaster mark again. 'I've never done anything this cool before,' I told myself with pride.

Then I looked around for that cat. I was going to kill it. It had only brought bad luck into my life. So now It deserves to die. I tried to look everywhere, but there was none. I'm free! Tonight I will get a full, full night's sleep. I just killed this wife.

I'll be able to sleep soundly with him!

Three days passed and there was no sign of the cat. I became the happiest man. More than any day before. Without any concern for what had just been done. To the people who gossip and the police who came to visit the house But they found nothing.

On the fourth day, the police returned and began searching the house. They checked every room. Then go look in the basement. I went in with them. Feeling calm and confident I followed them as they looked around the room. All traces of stress disappeared as he found nothing unusual and prepared to return. I'm so happy I'm sure I survived.

But I would like to say a few words, just a word or two, to let them see that I have no concerns about this at all.

'Police officer,' I said, 'I'm glad you didn't find anything here. And that requires you to leave my house...but Before that, I'd like to show you something. Do you want to see it? How strong is this house? Like this wall Haven't you noticed that it's extremely strong?'

Finishing my words, I picked up a brick and knocked it on the wall. The wall that hid my wife's body!

At that moment we heard a sound. astonishing sound It was unlike anything I'd ever heard before. At first, the sound sounded like the cries of a baby. Then it started to get louder and louder and louder, continuing until it seemed like it would never end. It was like a shriek from hell.

A policeman looked at me. Then he turned to look at the face of another police officer. They ran to the wall and started tearing down bricks as fast as they could. Minutes later, the wall collapsed, and right there, my wife's lifeless body appeared in front of everyone. On the head there are wide red lips.

And with burning eyes appeared the figure of a sitting cat. The furry creature that turned me into a murderer And it was this that was about to send me to my death.

...I threw this disgusting creature into that wall alive. Along with my wife!...

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