I don't know what to do anymore. I have not had a decent night's sleep in months. All because of it. I believe myself to have gone insane.
I have not had a decent night's rest in months! I sit up at night trying to figure out what could have happened. When I do sleep...I dream of it. Nightmares! I fear sleeping because I know I'll see it again. There was one where I fell as well as that House! I had not been able to get out!
I can't tell anyone! They'd think me mad and send me away! They would not believe me! Nobody!
I had gone to that mansion to visit my friend, cheer him up maybe, but this...I did not want this! This knowledge of what happened.
I have been waiting for the police to come. To question me about what could have happened to cause the Fall of The House of Usher. To question me about Roderick and Madeline.
I know not what I will tell them. I can not simply say what has happened. Who would possibly believe that my friend's deceased sister had broke her way out of a vault of metal and stone and had killed him? Only for the House to destroy itself as I make my escape!
No...I shall not tell them or anyone the truth. I do not wish to be the only one to bear this secret but at the same time I don't want anyone else to have to bear it either. I shall take it to my grave.