When the Narrator first arrives at the House of Usher, he describes in quite excessive detail how oppressive and bleak the atmosphere is surrounding the House.
His ordinary manner had vanished. Among other things, I hold painfully in mind a certain singular perversion and amplification of the wild air of the last waltz of Von Weber. Thomson writes in his Introduction to Great Short Works of Edgar Allan Poe, "the tale has long been hailed as a masterpiece of Gothic horror; it is also a masterpiece of dramatic irony and structural symbolism.
It was with difficulty that I could bring myself to admit the identity of the wan being before me with the companion of my early boyhood. ESP, for example, is rather old hat today as a gothic device, but in Poe's time, it was as frightening and mysterious as UFOs are today.
P23 9 Espen Hammer. Is she not hurrying to upbraid me for my haste? Perhaps the eye of a scrutinising observer might have discovered a barely perceptible fissure, which, extending from the roof of the building in front, made its way down the wall in a zigzag direction, until it became lost in the sullen waters of the tarn.
The narrator is on the outside of whatever eerie relationship the Ushers' share.