The Fall of the House of Usher

From that chamber, and from that mansion, I fled aghast. The storm was still abroad in all its wrath as I found myself crossing the old causeway. Suddenly there shot along the path a wild light, and I turned to see whence a gleam so unusual could have issued; for the vast house and its shadows were alone behind me. The radiance was that of the full, setting, and bloodred moon, which now shone vividly through that once barely-discernible fissure, of which I have before spoken as extending from the roof of the building, in a zigzag direction, to the base. While I gazed, this fissure rapidly widened⁠—there came a fierce breath of the whirlwind⁠—the entire orb of the satellite burst at once upon my sight⁠—my brain reeled as I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder⁠—there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters⁠—and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the “ House of Usher .”