The Rise of the House of Usher
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- On a rather gloomy day, I decided to go on my daily hunt for food in the forest. I must have been wandering for quiet some time, because it was already dark. I must be lost.
- "G-Gh-GHOST!"
- "How dare you mortal barge into my territory, for I shall have you cursed!"
- I kept walking hoping to find my way back. Until I was met by a dug up grave. The gravestone had sunk into the soft soil giving it the appearance of shrinking. The engraved words, so weathered by a century of rain, sat just above the level of the ground cover plants that sprawled over the dirt. The scene was accommodated by the dark cold night. The fog covering the midnight blue sky made it impossible to see the terrain past it.
- " I-I'm sorry. I was lost and I needed help. However sir, I saw a sickly creature. She was a girl. Yes do believe me sir, I'm telling you your house is haunted! Haunted!
- "Pathetic boy, my dear sister Madeline died 50 years ago. No one lives here other than Balekin, my butler, and I. You are cursed to never leave!
- Only then, was I met by a melancholy mansion. As I stood, gazing at the worn out house. I shivered as though ice had replaced my spine. The multiple layer of clothing could not protect me against the deathly cold. The walkway leading up to house was cracked. Weeds poked out from the cracks. The moonlight cast a ghoulish glow on the house. The house's walls showed black decay by neglect. Splotches of original paint hinted at the house former prosperity. Cobwebs covered the corners of the doors. The house is fit for the kings and queens of the supernatural.
- " NO PLEASE! I beg you. No-"
- "Take him away Balekin"
- I had to force every ounce of courage to open the cold, unwelcoming door. It whistled softly as I stepped inside. The hard floor board creaked under my weight. Goosebumps rose on my skin, and it definitely wasn't because the sudden temperature drop.
- I fell on my knees suddenly unable to withstand my own weight. The fire flickered out as a 6ft tall pale man came running. His eyes were crimson mesmerizing orbs. Elegant eyebrows that met over the nose, long delicate fingers all the same length, silky onyx hair sleeked to the back making his face more angled.
- Balekin, the butler, suddenly emerged from the dark. He wore a sympathetic look over his pale, worn out withering face. He picked me up as I thrashes like a savage animal.
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