Original Writing Of The Phantomhive Manor

My husband revealed that he had gone to persuade John Wright about sharing a party line telephone. My husband asserted that he found Winnie Wright seemingly uncomfortable. He was welcomed to shocking news of Mr. Wright’s death. “He died hanging from a rope,” Mrs. Wright said. The kitchen is at the centre of controversy. George Henderson, a fellow neighbor, suggested about having investigations done in the kitchen room. He found the kitchen towel dirty and he was quick to assume that Winnie Wright is careless. Why would someone think so lowly of a farmhouse lady? We have too much to care about rather than a simple kitchen

Day after day, we would pass the mansion building on our way to and from school. Branches of vines and clusters of moss crawled up the sides of the building. I could see the paint, tearing off the walls. People for years have said the mansion building is haunted, but I don’t believe it. They say people have been possessed and killed there. Olivia, of course, believes every detail anyone tells him. To teach him a lesson, we decided to plan to spend the night in the mansion building this Saturday.

He was, in fact, an odd mixture of small shrewdness and simple credulity. His appetite for the marvellous, and his powers of digesting it, were equally extraordinary; and both had been increased by his residence in this spellbound region. No tale was too gross or monstrous for his capacious swallow. It was often his delight, after his school was dismissed in the afternoon, to stretch himself on the rich bed of clover, bordering the little brook that whimpered by his school-house, and there con over old Mather’s direful tales, until the gathering dusk of the evening made the printed page a mere mist before his eyes. Then, as he wended his way, by swamp and stream and awful woodland, to the farm-house where he happened to be quartered, every sound of nature, at that witching hour, fluttered his excited imagination: the moan of the whip-poor-will* from the hill-side; the boding

Roderick Usher sends his childhood friend a letter, crying for company and good memories. As his friend passes the dark tarn and nears the House of Usher, all that is seen is a land of the dark and decaying. The Usher family within “The Fall of the House of Usher,” have lived in the house for generations, a house at one time filled “by good angels, (Being a) radiant palace-reared its head.”

      If it is ironic that the women find the clues, it is even more ironic that they find them in the mundane household items to which the men attribute so little significance. "Nothing here but kitchen things," the men mistakenly think (287). Because of their weak intuition, they do not see the household as indicative of John's and Minnie's characters. They do not see beyond the cheerless home to John Wright's grim nature, nor do the dilapidated furnishings provide

As the family arrives at their new home, Sarty takes note of the de Spain mansion. Sarty perhaps feels that his father’s immoral beliefs will become irrelevant now that people of such wealthy status employ them. Sarty describes the mansion and its relation to the father: Hit’s big as a courthouse he thought quietly, with a surge of peace an joy whose reason he could not have thought into words, being too young for that: they are safe from him. People whose lives are a part of this peace and dignity are beyond his touch, he no more to them than a buzzing wasp: capable of stinging for a little moment but that’s all; the spell of those peace and dignity rendering even the barns and stables and cribs which belong to it impervious to the puny flames he might contrive…this, the peace and joy, ebbing for an instant as he looked again at the stiff black back, the stiff implacable lime of the figure which was not dwarfed by the house, for the reason that it had

From entering the Usher household blank and faceless, he left the house with the characteristics of Madeline and Roderick. The narrator is scarred for life from what he witnessed and went through during his stay at the mansion. Poe purposefully transfers the qualities of the Ushers to the narrator. The narrator is very different from most narrators as he is able to tell the story clearly and have an effect on outcomes of it. In the past, the Usher family was known for starting a pure bloodline through incest. Throughout the generations the tradition on incest and keeping their bloodline pure was passed down as older family passed away. In a way, Roderick and Madeline passed down their mental illness to the narrator. Poe lends the narrator qualities of a character through his experience of the events that took place in the household. Poe makes the narrator into his own character by involving him in the story and allowing him to change the outcome of the events in the story.

Chapter 1 A young woman appears out of nowhere and quickly catches up to another who's dashing along a moonlit lane. "Are we late?" She asks as she falls into step besides the older woman. "No not yet, but we need to hurry, we don't have much time." "Follow me," the older woman replies, and her dark cloak billows about casting shadows on the high stone walls that border the lane. They walked side by side in silence for a long ways and then through a set of huge iron gates swung opened before them and onto a narrow driveway. A manor house grew out of the darkness at the end of the straight drive, lights glinting in the windows. Gravel crackled beneath their feet as speeding toward the front door, which swung inward at their approach, though

Nathaniel sat on his horse beside the local ironmonger's shop. There wasn't a light on in the whole street, but he would see it coming. Most had decided to make it an early night but some, those who also knew of its route, were peering out from windows. Constantly parting gaps in the curtains, where several faces gawked. The elderly, curious children. Families peering out as though they knew something awful, yet sickeningly festive, to their community was on the verge of passing their properties. Everyone was waiting for it and they knew of Nathaniel's intentions of trapping, hopefully killing, the mischievous being. Not everybody was happy to

Roderick Usher is a victim of circumstance. The House he has known his whole life seems to have turned against him. Poe

The house had an unusual smell to it that Bryan couldn’t quite his finger on it. Miguel had never minded any of the people in the village had always believed the story ever since they were a young child, but there showed no evidence of this so called “Witch”. old lady on the corner of Babylan St. because he always knew it was just a folktale,so they wouldn’t go into a stranger 's house.

However, the table turns quickly when a murderer starts mysteriously killing the guests one after another. In the beginning, the guests believed that the killer is one of them; but, with the death of the distinguished butler, Thomas Rogers and the disappearance of the Indian figures from the dining-room table after each death, the group realized that the murders were taking place according to the commands of the nursery rhyme.

The “Fall of the House of Usher” is about an anonymous narrator who gets a request to go visit one of his oldest friends from boyhood. He visits his friend, Roderick Usher, who has a mental illness that prospers through out the story. His insanity reaches it's peak when he realizes that he buried his twin sister, Lady Madeline, alive. “We have put her living in her tomb!... I heard her first feeble movements in the hollow coffin…-I dared not speak!”(29) He may have buried her alive but what he feared more was the return of his twin. “Is she not hurrying to upbraid me for my haste?” (30) It drove him crazy just waiting for his desired death. It was unknown how he was going to perish and he knew it was coming but he never would have imagined he would have gone the way that he did.

High upon a lonely hill surrounded by a great dark forest, stood an ancient, crumbling manor, known as the Haunted House. The windows were all smashed and it looked like the house was used a long time ago and was never used again. The font gates were as old as the hills. It belonged to a greedy old man, he was as short as a stump, he was really grumpy and fat who everyone said he was a wizard. Even though he owned the immense haunted house he didn’t dare to go inside because he was frightened like a child in dark, so he lived in the small cottage in the grounds of the manor, with just his black cat for company. He was as lonely as the master who has go to war, but hews happy, because he had a true love. His true love was gold, and he had