I do not believe this story is a ghost story. It seems to be a mixture of a few things. The first and most substantial is Postpartum Depression. Most of these symptoms of this issue alone describe her condition. Loss of appetite, insomnia, overwhelming fatigue, depression. Page 652 the narrator states “I dont weigh a bit more” “nor as much, and my appetite may be better in the evening when you are here, but it is worse in the morning when you are away.”  page 650 “I cry at nothing, and i cry most of the time.”  She doesn’t sleep at night she stays up studying the images she feels she sees behind the wallpaper. page 652 “its like a woman stooping down and creeping about behind the pattern.”  She tires easy and doesn’t help with the baby or any chores. She stays in the room all day and doesn’t go outside.

        This mixed with the issues of her husband and the times were she is treated as a child herself and her husband kind of speaks down to her calling her a “little girl” and a “silly goose” He treats her more  as a patient than his wife in lot of cases i feel. These issues mixed with just moving into a new home seem to have been to much.  It seems the narrator’s husband John is gone a great deal of time as well and she spends a lot of time alone

Poe

   1and2  In Edgar Allan Poes "The Fall of The House of Usher" the narrator tells us he's found himself "within view of the melancholy House of Usher." The building really depressed him because he states "with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit."


   3.  In "The Fall of the House of Usher" the narrator says of the feeling he got "There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart-an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime." This basically emphasizes that the feeling of sadness was so seriously deep nothing he could think of could shake it.


   4. In "The Fall of the House of Usher" the narrator describes to us that the depressing feeling he got was deep and lasted for some time.


   5. In Edgar Allen Poes "The Fall of the House of Usher" when riding upon the house on horseback the narrator is taken back by the gloomy scene. It affects him deeply and causes him to pause and take it all in. He notices and focuses on every detail. Engulfing each one because of the effect it had so deeply on him.


   6.  In "The Fall of the House of Usher" by Edgar Allan Poe, the narrator is approaching the estate. The scene he arrives to gives him great sorrow.

Bryant Park

    His many shades of grey blended in with the rainy scene. It made the red paddle, although faded, seem very illuminated. He held the paddle with his right hand returning the ball in an awkward backwards motion. His lighter grey pants were sagged very far down disturbing his movements. The hooded sweatshirt he wore was a dark grey with even darker grey shoulders. It was a V-neck with draw strings and a chest pocket on the left side. Suddenly the bright  orange ball passed him and went onto the walkway. As he turned to retrieve it he stopped to tie his shoe. They too were many different shades of grey. The bulk of the shoe was a light grey that blended almost perfectly with his jeans. The Nike symbol however was very dark almost a light shade of black. He retrieves four balls in total two of which were floating in puddles on the walkway.

       He suspiciously and carefully clucks around the ping pong table. Then hopping on to the walkway never giving up the search for food. His eyes jolt quickly in any direction in which someone invades his space. Jumping into the flower bed his grey camouflage no longer exist. The pendulum swing of his body never stops as he continues the hammering of his beak into the flower bed. As his pace speeds down the walkway his body turns to more of a wabble. He stops to thoroughly investigate a damp brown paper bag which has stuck to the leg of the green metal chair. The wet bag clinging to the leg provides enough strength to allow him to really investigate without it blowing away. After a seemingly failed search he directs his attention to the right and continues his journey.

                              
He was sitting at a chair facing her in his dark glasses and loose brown corduroy jacket. A smile approaches his lips quickly as he turns his eyes then head to the left, back at her then to the left again. His hands were together in his lap with his knuckles in a row.  His blue shirt with the two bottom buttons buttoned and the two top unbuttoned casts the shadow of a huge bubble that had been created in his jacket.  His dark pants were heavily creased and stiff making them barely touch his brown shoes.  His gaze rarely leaves her face and there isn’t much movement except the occasional fidgeting of his hands. Then he crosses his right arm grasping his left wrist. Quickly pulling his lips back revealing his big buck teeth he lets out a small chuckle. Repositioning himself in his chair he lifts his left hand to the back of his neck causing his jacket sleeve to raise and reveal his wrist.  With a quick motion he stands up sliding his chair back with the back of his legs and hastily follows her down the steps.

                                  His left arm propped at the elbow on a green metal chair the old man sat smiling in the sun. With right leg crossed over his left leg and his left hand drooping from a limp wrist he sipped his cup with his right hand.  His snow white hair perfectly parted to the right really revealed his tan face. He wears a pink, blue and red short sleeve button up shirt  with a royal blue sweater tied at the sleeves over his shoulders. He points to the right in the distance squinting his eyes and explaining something to his colleagues.  Turning his head back to the group he lifts his right hand sliding his sun glasses down over his face. He glances at the black banded watch on his left wrist and taps his left foot three times on the still wet concrete.  Suddenly there’s a boom of laughter at the table he jolts to the edge of his seat ripping off his sun glasses! Bent at the waist high on his chair the lines from the corners of his eyes appear very deep telling his age.