The home, a large stone building, was gloomy and gray.

There was no one around, no one to arouse. 

And so I left, to maybe come back another day.

With nothing else to do I explored. My exploration took me down to the unnerving basement stairs with the oppressively low ceiling. Creeping down into the dim lit basement I heard scurrying of mice and a loud clunk I looked out the desolate window at the bleak landscape and all of a sudden everything was gone

The grounds outside the house of usher was soundless

The trees were decayed and rotten to the point of no return

The house itself was dark and gloomy

The dull, monotone look of the House gave it a certain iciness

The house of Usher was truly not a good place to be

As I approached it, I saw the bats staring at me, looking like they are ready to attack. 

I stumbled upon the house noticing the mystic vapor coming from the windows, fading slowly.

The desolate landscape and dark, rocky stepping stones led up to the door of the house

The glow from the eyes of the house lit up the yard,

Watching my every move.

In the cold  autumn  wind.

A  dull ,  dark  building stood there.

The  vacant  and  eyelike windows  like watching us. 
That made all of us tremble.

Everything was soundless except for the creaks in the stairs.

At night there were lights and gasping sounds from the room on the corner 

Where grandma lived until she died. Everything was silent until The vacant windows had been broken. The storm was awoken and the thunder was making the house smoking. I thought I was by myself but The spirit of grandma was still there.

I begin to walk though a path of utter depression 

Not far in the distance I see a gloomy, decaying house 

It was vancant, and definitely had a tenant of a mouse 

There was a dark house.

There was insufferable gloom and decaying trees

With creepy eyelike windows  

Although it’s creepy, 

I’m going inside. 

On a soundless day 

There was A vacant house on the hill

It was bleak house with eye like windows 

The grapple of the house had no visitors 
Until one day

It is sorrowful to see, 

            a house once fond to thee 

                    Vacant and desolate  standing all alone 

                   Dull paint chipping making one groan 

                      As clouds roll in, over the house once so cheery

                      Leaving the mood so dark and dreary 

The walls were bleak and then someone opened the door

The windows were eye like and the house was dreary,

If I would scream, is there anyone here that would hear me?

My spirit had insufferable gloom,

When I went to the basement to look i was in doom.

The house was decayed to the point where it was ridden of color

The soundless atmosphere gave my mood a bleak touch

The windows of the house had a scenes of bitterness 

The dull winds gave such a scary vibe

A dull dark day in the midst of autumn,

I stumbled upon a house that had hit rock bottom

Dreary and full of insufferable gloom 

A steamy fog was about but produced not fume 

I felt watched,by what? I don't know 

But the windows followed me and my fear was to grow

Unredeemed dreariness from the house of usher 

Nervous and frightened by the unknown pressure

The grounds outside the house of usher was soundless

The trees were decayed and rotten to the point of no return

The house itself was dark and gloomy

The dull, monotone look of the House gave it a certain iciness

The house of Usher was truly not a good place to be

On a soundless and dull night in fall.

Dusk oppressed the vacant heart

Bit by bit,

The piercing wind terrified, shuddered in dark.

With the dark evening passing on. I came to the sight of an insufferable landscape. The house before me seems to cast depression on me. He house of usher wanted to annihilate of sorrow. The beauty wasn’t orthodox upon thee.  

A certain willow tree stood tall in the middle of the dark gloomy swamp. 

A wolf barks at the moon in the dank air it’s almost 12:15 and the man with my

Phone is not in sight. Suddenly out of the dense layer of trees he appears. He seems to be wearing a hood and cloak finally I got the phone back realizing that the man was never there.

The howls of the wind in the vacant, soundless house

Sent chills down my spine as I searched the dark rooms

And the ghastly silence of uncertainty

Made me feel as if an insufferable feeling invaded my soul 

Staring down at the mere house 

Dreary, decaying trees 

Gruesome, ghastly tree-stems 

And shadowy, vacant windows. 

It was a dark, dreary path in the foggy, ominous woods

I came upon a large house that covered all the light 

Fissures were set along the winding, walkway 

Overgrown foliage growing along the house

This house was a decayed and dilapidated house, Called the House of the Usher