It was a dark and stormy night as I came to see my old friend , Roderick Usher. The house also had a very gloomy and mysterious feeling surrounding it.
"We painted and read together; or Ilistened, as if in a dream, to the wild improvisationsof his speaking guitar" (Poe 6).
"In the greenest of our valleys,By good angels tenanted,Once a fair and stately palace—Radiant palace—reared its head" (Poe 7).
"There did stand the lofty and enshroudedfigure of the lady Madeline of Usher.There was blood upon her white robes,and the evidence of some bitter struggle uponevery portion of her emaciated frame. For amoment she remained trembling and reelingto and fro upon the threshold—then, with a low moaning cry, fell heavily inward uponthe person of her brother, and in her violentand now final death-agonies" (Poe 14-15).
My sister has passed away I plan to keep her in the one of the vaults in the wall.
"I could not help thinking of the wildritual of this work, and of its probable influenceupon the hypochondriac, when, oneevening, having informed me abruptly thatthe lady Madeline was no more" (Poe 9).
After hearing scratches throughout the house and other weird noises it is discovered that Madeline is still alive.
"The entireorb of the satellite burst at once upon mysight—my brain reeled as I saw the mightywalls rushing asunder—there was a long tumultuousshouting sound like the voice ofa thousand waters—and the deep and danktarn at my feet closed sullenly and silentlyover the fragments of the “House of Usher"(Poe 15).