Its proprietor, Roderick Usher, had been one of my booncompanions in boyhood.
A sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.
The writerspoke of acute bodily illness, of a mental disorder which oppressed him.
Things were not looking good, in his eyes you could slightly see a little life, his skin was pale and everything else was dying.
I could almost see that he was hiding a secret
At night, when I went to sleep, my friend went to my room, just when he opened the door, a dazzling lightning struck the house.
Can you hear it?
Relax, I'll read you a book. It's just the noises of nature my friend
After a while in which I read to him, the door slammed open and a dying shadow entered and lunged at Usher. I ran out and swore not to go back there.
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