Have you ever been really scared by a book? As in: I read that book, I couldn’t sleep the next night, I will never read it again and just thinking about it sends chills down my spine? Well, if you haven’t, you might want to read The Fall of the House of Usher.

“As if in the superhuman energy of his utterance there had been found the potency of a spell –the huge antique panels to which the speaker pointed, threw slowly back, upon the instant, ponderous and ebony jaws. It was the work of the rushing gust –but then without those doors there DID stand the lofty and enshrouded figure of the lady Madeline of Usher. There was blood upon her white robes, and the evidence of some bitter struggle upon every portion of her emaciated frame. For a moment she remained trembling and reeling to and fro upon the threshold, then, with a low moaning cry, fell heavily inward upon the person of her brother, and in her violent and now final death-agonies, bore him to the floor a corpse, and a victim to the terrors he had anticipated.”

“The Fall of the House of Usher” by Edgar Allan Poe.