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  • " Well, well, well. Guess you finally met my dearest sister?"
  • " So you did know there was a ghost! How could you lie! I thought, I thought you-"
  • " Well you thought wrong! The house of Usher will not fall! It's time for it to rise! And i will do anything, anything for our dynasty to rise and end the curse, no matter the consequences.
  • " We built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake. We built I dynasty like nothing ever made. We built a dynasty forever couldn't break up! "
  • " I warned you.. MADMAN! HE IS A MADMAN
  • I ran, and ran , and ran. Until a solid body formed in front of me, causing me to halt. I met Usher's crimson eyes as his lips peeled forming a silent snarl. I tried to take a step back, but faulted on my feet and tripped.
  • " Balekin, end him. End the curse we have been living in for 500 years! We have brought a living soul, give the soul to my sister who's been oppressed by injustice!"
  • Tears clouded my vision before i started to sob uncontrollably. I could tell we were in a tomb. The richly gothic place was so dark that the only light cap from the unliving creature. Everything smelt of blood and mold, this time I couldn't hold it and retched on the dark, cool tiles .
  • " Thee who shall not be named, I am making this sacrifice to give us back our legacy! It's time for the rise of the house of usher!"
  • Just like that suddenly everything was shaking, rubble sprinted go the stone floor as the ghost of lady Madeline started to swirl like a tornado. I was screaming, pleading, begging for everything to stop. Amid the mess, a cloaked figure stepped out of the shadows holding a sharp glistening knife.
  • He was now chanting, and praying to someone. Usher held out his hands and cupped them downward instead of upward. Everything was a haze.
  • I felt the cold metal of the knife pressed to my neck. Slowly applying pressure until a warm drop of blood trailed down the slope of my neck. I was screaming and crying so hard that my throat burned at the effort of trying to produce a sound.
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