"He's late again!" Larry thought. "That morbid bastard is probably sequestered away in his chamber!"
"Indeed!" Jim agreed. "The guy will still be walking the earth and people will refer to him as 'the late Ed Poe'!"
Ed had suffered some losses and been dealing with his own mind, which scared his two friends.
Lawrence turned. "Did you hear that?" he asked.
"That tapping; gently rapping on your door?" James inquired.
A loud squaking could be heard in the hall and suddenly, a large black feather slid under the door...