During the whole of a dark, dull, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country ; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within the view of the melancholy House of Usher.
Hello old friend, I'm inviting you to my house because I haven't been in the best physical or mental state
Much that I am encountering on my walk is only heightening my feelings of superstition
At first I didn't think his greeting sounded sincere, but now I know it is
It's nice to see you, old friend!
We sat down; and for some moments, while he spoke not, I gazed upon him with a feeling half of pity, half of awe. Surely, man had never before so terribly altered, in so brief a period, as had Roderick Usher!
It would be hard to believe that the person in front of me is my childhood friend if it weren't for his distinct facial features
Recently, I've suffered from fear and nervousness, and heightened senses.