I was visiting an old friend of mine, Roderick Usher, in his old stone house, his palace where a feeling of death hung on the air.

I saw how fear was pressing on his heart and mind.

Now his only sister, the Lady Madeline, have died.

And we had put her body in its resting place in a room inside the cold walls of the palace, a damp, dark vault, a fearful place.

As we look down on her face, I saw that there was a strong likeness between the two.

Indeed, said ASHA.

We were born on the same day, and the tie between us has always been strong.

We did not long looked down at her, for fear and wonder filled our hearts.

There was still a little color in her face and seemed to be a smile on her lips.

We closed the heavy iron door and return to the rooms above, which were hardly less gloomy than the vault.

And now a change came in the sickness of my friends mind, he went from room to room in a hurried steps.

His face was, if possible, whiter and more ghastly than before, and the light in his eyes had gone trembling in.

His voice seemed to show the greatest fear.

At times he sat looking at nothing for hours, as if listening to some sound I could not hear.

I felt his condition slowly but certainly gaining power over me.

I felt that his wild ideas were becoming fixed in my own mind.

As I was going to bed late in the night of the seventh or eighth day after we placed the Lady Madeline within the vault, I experienced the full power of such feeling.

Sleep did not come while the hours passed.

My mind fought against the nervousness.

I tried to believe that much, if not all, of what I felt was due to the gloomy room to the dark wall coverings, which in a rising wind moved on the walls.

But my efforts were useless, trembling.

I could not stop fueling my body and fear without reason.

Caught my heart.

I sat up looking into the darkness of my own room.

This thing I do not know why, to certain low sounds, which came when the storm was quiet, a feeling of horror, Lee upon me like, Ah heavyweight.

I put on my clothes and began walking nervously around the room.

I've been walking for a very short time.

When I heard a light step coming toward my door, I knew it was Usher.

In a moment I saw him at my door as usual, very white, but it was a wild laugh in his eyes.

Even so, I was glad to have his company.

I'm have you not seen it?

He said.

He hurried to one of the windows and opened it to the storm.

The force of the entering win nearly lifted us from our feet.

It waas indeed, a stormy but beautiful night and wildly strange.

The heavy, low hanging clouds, which seemed to press down upon the house, flew from all directions against each other, always returning and never passing away in the distance.

With their great sickness, they cut off all light from the moon and the stars.

But we could see them because they were lighted from below by the air itself, which we could see rising from the dark lake and from the stones of the house itself.

You must not You shall not look at this.

I said to usher as I led him from the window to a seat.

This appearance which surprises you so has been seen in other places too.

Perhaps the Lakers.

The cause that has close this window.

The air is cold.

Here is one of the stories you like best I will read and you shall listen.

And thus we will live through this fearful night together.

The old book which I had picked up, was one written by a fool for fools to read.

And it was not in truth one that I shall liked Waas however, the only one within easy reach, he seemed to listen quietly.

Then I came to a part of the story in which a man, a strong man full of wine, begins to break down a door and the sound of the dry wood is it.

Breaks could be heard through all the forests around him.

Here I stopped, but it seemed to me that from some very distant part of the house, sounds came to my years.

Like those of which I have been reading.

It must have been this likeness that had made me notice them for the sounds themselves, with storm still increasing were nothing to stop our interest.

Me, I continued the story and read how the man now entering through the broken door, discovers a strange and terrible animal of the kind so often found in these old stories.

He strikes it, and it falls with such a cry that he has to close his ears with his hands here again, I stopped.

There could be no doubt.

This time.

I did hear a distant sound very much like the cry of an animal in the story.

I tried to control myself so that my friend would see nothing of what I felt was not certain that he had heard the sound.

Although he had clearly changed in some way, he had slowly moved his chair so that I could not see him.

Well, I did see that his lips were moving as if he were speaking to himself.

His head had dropped forward, but I knew he was not asleep, for his eyes were open and he was moving his body from side to side.

I began reading again and quickly came to a part of the story where a heavy piece of iron falls on a stone floor with a ringing sound.

These words had just passed my lips when I heard clearly, but from far away, a loud, ringing sound, as if something of iron had indeed fallen heavily upon a stone floor Auras.

If an iron door had closed, I lost control of myself completely and jumped up from my chair.

ASHA still sat moving a little from side to side.

His eyes were turned to the floor.

I rushed to his chair as I place my hand on his shoulder.

I felt that his whole body was trembling, sickly smile touched his lips.

He spoke in a low, quick and nervous voice, as if he did not know I was there.

Yes, he said.

I heard it many minutes, many hours, many days Have I heard it, But I did not dare to speak.

We have put her living in the vote.

Did I not say that my senses were too strong?

I heard her first movements many days ago, yet I did not dare to speak.

And now that story, but sounds were hers.

Oh, where shall I run?

She's coming, Coming to ask why I put her there too soon.

I hear her footsteps on the stairs.

I here the heavy beating of a heart here.

He jumped up and cried as if you were giving up his soul.

I tell you, she now stands at the door.

The great door to which he was pointing now slowly opened.

It was the work of the rushing wind, perhaps, but no.

Outside that door, a shape did stand the tall figure in its grave clothes of the Lady Madeline of Russia.

There was blood upon her white dress and the signs of a terrible efforts to escape.

Whereupon every part of her thin form.

For a moment she remained trembling at the door.

Then, with a low cry, she fell heavily in upon her brother in her pain As she died.

At last, she carried him down with her down to the floor.

He too was dead.

Killed by his own fear.

I rushed from the room.

I rushed from the house I ran.

The storm was around me in all its strength.

As I crossed the bridge, Suddenly a wild light moved along the ground of my feet and I turned to see where it could have come from foot.

Only the great House and its darkness were behind me.

The light was that of the full moon of a blood red moon which was now shining through that break in the front wall.

That crack, which I thought I had seen when I first saw the palace.

Then only a little crack.

It now widened as I watched Ah, strong wind came rushing over me.

The whole face of the moon appeared.

I saw the great walls falling apart.

It was a long and storm is shouting sound and the deep black lake closed darkly over all that remained of the house.