I know not how it was- but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.
Here again I paused abruptly, and now with a feeling of wild amazement- for there could be no doubt whatever that, in this instance, I did actually hear, a low and apparently distant, but harsh, protracted, and most unusual screaming or grating sound.
It was the work of the rushing gust- but then without those doors there did stand the figure of the lady Madeline of Usher. There was blood upon her white robes, and the evidence of some bitter struggle upon every portion of her frame.
From that chamber, and from that mansion I fled aghast.
The deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the "House of Usher."
By: Brooklyn Smith, Haley Sampson, and Suzanne Simpson