Este cuento del escritor norteamericano Edgar Allan Poe es verdaderamente terrorífico. Narra la historia de un joven que llega a un caserón de un amigo de la infancia, Usher, un lunático que vive con su hermana enferma, Lady Madeline. Ella muere y sus restos son enterrados en la cripta de la casa. Pero algo terrible sucede por la noche. El hundimiento, la caída, el abandono, de la casa no es sólo físico, sino sobre todo moral. Es un estado de ánimo aterrador.
During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was--but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasureable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible.
Edgar Allan Poe, The fall of the house of Usher, 1839
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