House of Usher journal entry

Dear Chrama, They finally got to me. The wild influences of Roderick’s superstitions finally got to me. It was several nights after Madeline’s entombment, and I was suffering from insomnia and couldn’t sleep. All the inanimate objects in the room began to tease and torture me. The raging storm outside my window yelled at me and I began to tremble. I aroused from my bed just as Roderick entered my room. He …

…I looked back at the house just in time to see the fissure open its gaping mouth. A whirlwind arose and the walls fell inward. Without hesitation the tarn swallowed the remaining fragments of the House of Usher. I stood prostrated with uncertainty. I would survive this chain of events, but my mind had been altered. I eventually regained my composure and turned towards home. I had a long walk ahead of me. Love, Jargaine