We decided to have a contest. By we, I refer to I, my wife Mary, Lord Byron, and John Polidori. The contest was to see who, out of the four of us, could write the best horror story. I knew I was going to win for I had the best imagination by far. At that time I didn’t know that my wife would soon become a great novelist. We were spending the summer near Geneva, Switzerland when the contest was brought up. Weeks passed and no one seemed to have an idea. Then one night Mary awoke from a dream screaming bloody murder into the night waking me up.
She told us of a scientist who created life but was terrified of what he made. The story scared all of us to the point of no return. We all decided Mary was the winner by far. But then in 1818 in London Mary’s story was published anonymously but on the second edition which was published in France in 1823 Mary’s name was proudly put on the front of her book, Frankenstein. Her book was read throughout the world as a horror story, for she is possibly one of the best Horror novelists. 
So I William Shakespeare know of this writing you explain. Maybe not of the fear itself but of the idea of something great, something unimaginable. I know of the feeling of being a great writer and having an twisted mind. Of course, I do. How else would I have wrote all of my plays and stories? I also know the feeling Mary must have felt when her story was published the first time with her name on the cover. Nothing can compare to the feeling of have finally finishing something. Also, I hope that story never leaves your mind because then at least you will always remember the great skill of her. You must never forget.--- William Shakespeare
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