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usher The crackling of the brisk wind up against my weak floor boards is becoming more intense. Spiders have been nesting deep within the cracks of my walls. The once beautiful landscape, that I once looked upon each morning has become a black filthy dirt, clogging my pores. They think I cant feel the thick horror and depression in the air! It’s all around, I can smell it, hear it breathe it, and at times when it rears it’s ugly head I can see it. I know what’s going on around here. The deeper Ushers soul burys down into the back of his chest the colder my rooms become. A strange man with a look of discontent gazed upon my cracked windows. He eyed every last detail, from my torn shingles up on the roof, to the crack trailing up my side. Each step he too closer to the door became one more step towards the demise of the usher family. This man was unseemingly walking towards a house full of punishment and hatred. I could feel his discontent and tainted soul. Once inside his eyes fluttered again at every detail my warped inside had to offer. He walked up the staircase and spoke to a man with a black leather bag in his hand. As he bowed his head and shook in discomfort. When he came into the bedroom my dense halls and large windows seemed to overwhelm him. The thick smell of sorrow hung over his head. Usher spoke to the man sincerely, but eerily about the object of his visit. As they held their in depth conversation, it seemed that nothing could break their concentration, not even the lady Madeline, sulking as she walked through the halls. The more people who encountered Usher and Madeline, seemed to add to their sorrow. It was as if Usher and Madeline wanted someone to witness their inevediable decay. I think Usher liked it. I could see a grin on his face every time the visiting man’s eyes widened and his fore head wrinkled up at the sights and smells that he was Days went by consisting of Usher and his visitor painting, and reading together in the study. During these playful times, I had to endure the horrid sound, shrieking even of what Usher calls Von Webber. It always annoys me to no end. The atmosphere is drastically changing, the nights are becoming colder, and the days are becoming shorter. Along with the strong aroma of fear, and death that accompanied the breeze inside, my walls are drastically rotting, and the crack in my side is widening. While I try to rest at night I feel Ushers visitor walking in the hall towards Madeline’s room. Ushers daily habits are changing. There is a wicked presence felt when he walks into a room. Usher knows that the man is compassionate for Madeline; as do I, because his body temperature seems to warm the walls with every touch, when she is I think Usher was getting upset with the visitors fondness for Madeline, because one night Usher stuck Madeline in a box and stuck her in the basement. For the next few days I could hear her scratching away from within the box. I wish I could help her, but my walls are so weak, I cant believe I can hold the second story up. Very soon after the scratching finally stopped a struggle insued upstairs in the study. I heard much weeping. The silence took over my rooms, before a loud shriek echoed through the halls and Usher unseemingly went out the window, plummeting to his death, falling at the foot of my entrance. The pain extremely intensified as the visitor scrambled to get out. My back started to give away, until I plummeted back to the sweet soil from which I was built. Instead of being two stories high I was lying on the damaged soil finally at peace with myself. The horror was over, and the Usher family line had been destroyed. Bibliography:

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