☕️ Alice’s Mad Tea Party:
🫖 Alice Spills the Tea on: Berenice
Alright, gather 'round, darlings, because I’ve got a tale that’ll make your skin crawl and your breakfast feel a little less appetizing. Today, we’re diving deep into the charmingly twisted world of Edgar Allan Poe, and the story I’m about to spill is called Berenice—so buckle up, because things are about to get uncomfortably close.
Now, let me set the scene. Imagine, if you will, a man—our narrator, let’s call him Mr. Obsessive—who’s got a beautiful cousin named Berenice. She’s lovely, with dark, mesmerizing eyes that seem to pierce your soul. They grew up together. She’s practically family. But oh, my little night owls, there’s something wrong. Something dark lurking beneath the surface of their innocent little connection.
You see, Berenice isn’t the same girl she used to be. She’s sick—wasting away, pale as a ghost, with a body that’s slipping further from life with every passing day. And yet, Mr. Obsessive is obsessed. But it’s not with her health. No, darling, that would be too normal. He’s obsessed with her eyes.
Yes, her eyes. Those hypnotic, beautiful eyes that he can’t stop staring at. It’s all he can think about. And now, with her health failing, his obsession grows darker. He begins to dream about those eyes. He sees them everywhere. He can’t escape them.
But oh, the plot thickens.
Berenice, poor thing, is too weak to even notice her cousin’s obsession. She’s bedridden, nearly lifeless, fading from this world. And Mr. Obsessive—well, he starts having these strange urges. He can’t stop thinking about those eyes. They haunt him like an addiction. And soon enough, darling, he decides he must possess them.
Yes, you heard that right. He decides to take her eyes. Not as a gesture of love or care, mind you. No, no. It’s the kind of obsession that makes your skin crawl. He just needs them—so much so that he’s willing to go to extreme lengths to get them.
And that, my dear, is where things get... unsettling.
One night, after Berenice has passed into death, he finally takes what he’s been fixated on—the eyes, carefully removed. But when the reality of his actions hits him, when he looks at what he’s done… that’s when the horror sinks in.
Here’s the kicker, sweethearts. As he stands there, holding the eyes in his trembling hands, he realizes—the eyes are still staring back at him. Still there. Still haunting. It wasn’t the eyes he wanted. It was something darker. And that, my darlings, is the true tragedy of Berenice.
So, remember, my lovely ghouls—obsession isn’t cute. It doesn’t lead to romantic sunsets or happy endings. It leads to darkness. It leads to lost souls and unsettling decisions. And, occasionally, it leads to a very creepy pair of eyes.
So next time you find yourself staring a little too long at someone—or something—remember the tale of Mr. Obsessive. Because you never know when your obsession might stare back at you, unblinking.
Sleep tight, darlings.
- Alice
