#In the house in a heartbeat game windows

We had been friends when we were boys but many years had passed since our last meeting. I was now going to spend several weeks in this house of sadness - this house of gloom. There, I could see reflected in the water a clear picture of the dead trees, and of the house and its empty, eye-like windows. I stopped my horse beside the building, on the edge of a dark and quiet lake. What was it, I asked myself, what was it that was so fearful, so frightening in my view of the House of Usher? This was a question to which I could find no answer. There was a coldness, a sickening of the heart, in which I could discover nothing to lighten the weight I felt.

#In the house in a heartbeat game windows

I looked at the scene before me - at the house itself - at the ground around it - at the cold stone walls of the building - at its empty eye-like windows - and at a few dead trees - I looked at this scene, I say, with a complete sadness of soul, which was no healthy, earthly feeling. I do not know how it was - but, with my first sight of the building, a sense of heavy sadness filled my spirit.

All day I had been riding on horseback through country with little life or beauty and in the early evening, I came within view of the House of Usher. It was a dark and soundless day near the end of the year, and clouds were hanging low in the heavens. The story was originally adapted and recorded by the U.S. We present the first of three parts of the short story 'The Fall of the House of Usher,' by Edgar Allan Poe.