Really, really palpable hatred in this one. I love the sense of anger and conflict that this image of his beloved has now become such a symbol of darkness, possibly madness hinted at by the phone stuff. Dark, eerie, awesomeness.

The transformation from sadness to hatred is so subtle that you barely notice it until the hatred is like a physical presence. I love this series.

I like the implications in having an inebriated, distraught, mentally imbalanced narrator giving a police report. The story never tells us explicitly, but we can imagine what the police officer taking the report must be thinking.

Also, shades of Poe in “I wondered that she did not hear the words that your phantasm uttered so distinctly.” Very nice!