Read the excerpt from “The Fall of the House of Usher” by Edgar Allan Poe.
During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country, and at length found myself, as the shades of evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was—but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit.
What mood do these lines evoke in the reader?
one of hostility
one of terror
one of bleakness
one of serenity