In this story, the house is described as desolate landscape, and has a spooky and sullen feel. The narrator and Usher spend time when the narrator reads stories to Roderick Usher to make him feel better from his malady and to spend time with him under Usher's request in his letter. Usher's sister dies and is buried under the house. However, she returns all bloody from escaping her tomb. The narrator is horrified at this phantasmagoric event and flees the house. The house then collapses onto the Usher's. My favorite quote from this short story is when Roderick Usher upbraids, "Now hear it?- yes, I hear it, and have heard it. Long- long- long- many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard it- yet I dared not-oh pity me, miserable wretch that I am- I dared not- I dared not speak! We have put her living in the tomb!"
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