Tales of Mystery and Imagination( EDGAR ALLAN POE) - 12

  Worst of all, he was a prisoner of his own fear. "I shall die," he used to say, "because of this fear. I'm not afraid of danger. What frightens me is fear itself. At the moment I am fighting against fear, but sooner or later I won't be able to fight any more."

  During long conversations with Usher I learnt more about his strange illness. He was sure that it came from the House of Usher itself. He had not left the house for many years and he had become, he thought, as sad as the house itself. The gloom of its grey walls and its dark lake had become his own.

 

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