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Serialization Index
The Fall of the House of Usher | Part 1
Roderick Usher | Part 2
Madeline’s Mystery | Part 3
Usher Secrets | Part 4
The Tragedy of Lady Madeline | Part 5
A Descent into Madness | Part 6
Usher Legacy | Part 7
Part 7 of The Fall of the House of Usher
Usher Legacy
From that chamber, and from that cursed mansion, I fled in terror. The storm was still raging as I stumbled across the old causeway; the wind tearing at my clothes and the rain lashing my face. I could still hear Roderick’s screams echoing in my ears, and the image of Madeline’s blood-stained figure was seared into my mind.
Suddenly, a wild light shot along the path, and I turned to see whence such an unusual gleam could have come. The vast house and its dark shadows loomed behind me, and for a moment, I thought I saw movement within its walls. Then, with a suddenness that stole my breath away, the radiance of the full, setting, and blood-red moon burst through the once barely discernible fissure that zigzagged from the roof of the building to its base.
As I watched in horror, the fissure rapidly widened, and a fierce breath of the whirlwind tore at the house. The walls groaned and shuddered, as if in pain, and then, with a deafening roar, they crumbled. The mighty structure, once a symbol of the Usher family’s power and prestige, was now nothing more than a pile of rubble, consumed by the storm and the dark waters of the tarn.
A deafening roar, sounding like a thousand waves crashing against the shore, announced the house’s destruction. It was a long shout that seemed to echo the madness and despair that had consumed its inhabitants. And as the deep and dank lake closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the “House of Usher,” I knew that the cursed line of Ushers had ended, their legacy swallowed by the darkness that had always haunted them.
I stumbled away from the ruins of the house, my mind reeling from the horrors I had witnessed. The storm had passed, but the devastation it had wrought was evident all around me. The once-great house was now nothing more than a pile of rubble, and the tarn, which had always seemed so ominous, was now still and calm, as if hiding a dark secret beneath its surface.
I knew I could never speak of what had happened that night, of the madness and terror that had consumed the Usher family. It was a story that would remain buried, along with the bodies of Roderick and Madeline, in the dark depths of the lake.