The Fall of the House of Usher

One evening, I hear someone knocking on my door. It is Roderick.

“Madeline is dead.” Sadness changed his face.

“This is her coffin. Can you help me ?” I am very scared but I accept.

We set Madeline in her last bed. I see Madeline’s face. She looks like Roderick.

Yes, we are twins. We look a lot alike. Now, let’s bring the coffin to the cellar.

The cellar’s door is made of a very heavy metal. It grates.

The cellar is small and humid. We do not see well.

We place the coffin and screw down the lid. We close the cellar’s door.

Days go by. Roderick is sicker and sicker.

I change too… I become sad…