Edgar Allan Poe creeps me out. I have one of his books in my library and just looking at the cover is spooky. He's really the perfect writing to be reading for Halloween.
What's scary (because it's real) is that Poe's residence in Baltimore is in grave danger of closing due to lack of funding. He lived in the house from 1835 to 1837 and faces funding cuts from the city, an awkward location and not enough visitors to keep the place running.
The New York Times spelled out the problems in this article from August, as well as mentioned how other historical sites honoring Poe are fairing.
One thing I learned from this article that I'd never put together before: Baltimore's NFL team, the Ravens, are a nod to the author.