The Fall of the House Of Usher

This story is...creepy at a bare minimum, meaning that it nearly had me brooding and depressed. The story goes on about this clan, or "house", known as Usher. The Usher House had descendants further than the eye can see, but that all ends when the last two descendants, a brother and sister, haven't wed or had any children. In a way, the literal house itself is like the family that lived in it: broken and dying. Amazingly, both the narrator and Usher spend their time talking about how Usher's and his sister's malady will stop them from being able to stay alive and the sister "dies" supposedly from some sort of miasma. They then post a funeral, bury the sister's cadaverously lain body in their house, and the sister pops out of nowhere after the interment, and kills her brother. Honestly, this reminds me of a horror story involving a head-chopper, scary and bewildering the heart. At the end, everything ends up falling apart. The phantasmagorical imagination of Edgar Allan Poe is both genius and monstrously creepy.

"The radiance was that of a full, setting, blood-red moon, which now shone vividly through that once barely discernible fissure..."