• I walked along the sidewalk with my friend Alexander."Nevermore,look,a shop!And it's empty."Alexander said.I glanced at the shop."Alexander do you not know the story of that shop?"I asked quietly.Of course my Irish friend didn't know the tale of the small meat pie shop's gruesome tale."No...."He said.I just sighed and walked in and door.My long bustle skit swept dust from the floor as I walked.I looked at Alexander who had gone through a door looking at a set of stairs that lead to another shop above us.He started walking up them as I yelled"Wait!"and rolled my eyes.I ran after him and but he was already in the shop.He reached for somthing on a table as I burst through the door.I saw in his hand a razor.It glistened in the dying light of day.Years of dust covered the room.I felt an odd energy as I neared a place in the floor.Alexander smirked and stepped on a pedel attached to a chair.I felt myself fall and I screamed.Before I could go into the basement below,I caught on to the rim of the trap-door by my finger tips.I scrambled back up to the floor just as the trap-door closed.I started crying as I ran dow the stairs to the meat pie shop.I picked up a rolling pin to start baking somthing.Baking always calmed me more than anything.Little did I know the rolling-pin and the razor would change my life forever.I now thought about the meaning of my name....And I then whispered under my breath a quote from Edgar Allan Poe" And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor,shall be lifted Nevermore."