206 years ago today, writer Edgar Allan Poe, a name synonymous with the macabre-genre, was born in Boston. His name brings murder, madness and mystery immediately to mind. His works have been published since 1827 and are still a part of educational curriculum today. ‘The Tell-Tale Heart’ and ‘The Raven’ are of the most memorable short stories from my early education, read by candlelight by a similarly memorable grade 7 teacher, in the long-abandoned [even then], windowless firing-range in the basement of my junior high school. Whether it was the [creepy-sounding-or-not] atmosphere, the impressionableness of my youth, or simply the stories themselves, ‘The Tell-Tale Heart’ and ‘The Raven’ began in me a lifelong interest in and appreciation for Poe. His own life was a sad, tragic story, both by the hands of fate and choices of his own making, including death, illness and poverty. Poe died young, at the age of 40. The exact cause of Poe’s own death is, befitting to his own tragic tales, a mystery. If you haven’t had the occasion to read Poe, turn out the lights, light a candle and read one or all of the following: ‘The Tell-Tale Heart’, ‘The Raven’, ‘The Fall of the House of Usher’ and ‘The Murders in the Rue Morgue’.