He nodded to that. His entire life had been turned around as well, first by Griswald then by others who had meant well but hadn't really known. He took a drink and shook his head, "so much. You know how they love making me tormented." He shrugged, "That's par the course. What isn't is how apparently a murderer took ideas from my horror stories and put them to life. The Pit and the Pendulum, being one of them."
Absently he stroked the birds feathers and scowled. "Said murderer later kills me, because I wished to save my lady love. So now I'm convinced it's what I did before I died, even though I know that wasn't the case. It's confusing enough not remembering without them adding more to it."