The classic ghost story from the author of The Mist in the Mirror: a chilling tale about a menacing spectre haunting a small English town. Arthur Kipps is an up-and-coming London solicitor who is sent to Crythin Gifford—a faraway town in the windswept salt marshes beyond Nine. Read "The Woman in Black A Ghost Story" by Susan Hill available from Rakuten Kobo. Sign up today and get $5 off your first purchase. The classic ghost story. Susan Hill. The Woman in sidi-its.info - Free download as PDF File .pdf), Text File .txt) or read online for free.
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The child's cry? Yes, I thought to myself, the child's cry was the worst of all. But I did not say that to Mr Daily.
After all, Mrs Drablow lived there alone for sixty years! I wonder,' Mr Daily said. He stood up. It was time for me to go.
A servant brought my coat. I laughed. We walked out of the house together. He walked round to the back of the house. I stood there smiling. I liked dogs. I was happy to have a dog with me in that empty old house. After a few moments, Daily returned with a bright-eyed little dog.
Come on, Spider! The dog did not move. She looked at Daily. Spider ran over to me at once. Waving goodbye, I got on my bicycle. Then, with Spider running behind me, I rode back to the town. I felt happy. Happy and safe. I was looking forward to the morning. Sounds in the Night Next day, the weather was good. At nine o'clock, Mr Bentley phoned from London.
See a Problem?
Send me any papers that look important. Leave the other papers in the house. Don't stay too long! And he put the phone down. By nine thirty, I was ready. There was a basket on the front of the bicycle. I put everything in the basket. I cycled off happily. The little dog, Spider, ran along behind me.
The tide was coming in. Very soon it would cover the causeway. But that did not worry me. The air was clear. The sun was shining on the water. Sea-birds were flying and calling over the I was soon at Eel Marsh House. I opened the windows. I lit fires in several rooms. Then I sat down at a big desk. The desk was in front of a window. I could see the sky, the marshes and the water. I started work.
The desk was full of papers. Most of them I threw away. But I kept a few to look at later. I opened a cupboard and then another. Papers, more and more papers. I looked at everything carefully. I worked hard all the morning. At two oclock, I had some lunch. Then I called Spider and we went outside. I walked down to the old graveyard. Spider ran up and down. She was happy too. I tried to read the words on the gravestones.
But they were too old. Most of the words were difficult to read. The writing on one stone was a little clearer. Some letters were worn away. But I could read most of the words. Two people were buried here. I wondered who they had been. I looked around me. It was a sad place. But I did not feel afraid. The air was colder now. I went back to the house and Spider followed me. I was soon back at my desk again.
I read paper after paper. But there was nothing important. I made myself a cup of tea. I went on working. When it was dark, I closed the curtains.
I turned on every light in the house. I put more coal on the fire. I brought papers from other rooms. Papers, so many papers. Mrs Drablow had thrown nothing away in sixty years! It was getting late, but I went on working. I'll be finished in a day and a half, I thought to myself. Then I'll return to London and my dear Stella.
At last, I was too tired to go on. I took a book to read in bed. Then, taking Spider with me, I I was going to sleep in a bedroom at the back of the house. I read for about half an hour. Then I turned out the light. Spider was already asleep, near the bed. Sometime later, I woke up. The moonlight was shining into the room. Why was I awake?
What had happened? I sat up. And then I saw Spider. The little dog was standing at the door. She was staring at the door, listening. The little dog was terrified. And so was I. I listened too. Yes, I could hear something. The sound came from somewhere inside the house. Spider looked at me, growled and listened again. I got slowly out of bed. My heart was beating fast I opened the bedroom door. The passage outside was dark and empty.
Spider ran down the passage. I heard her sniffing at every closed door. I heard the sound again. It came from a passage on the left. Very slowly, I began to walk towards the sound. I opened the doors, one by one. Every room was dark and silent.
There was a door at the end of the passage. Spider sniffed under this door. Her growling became louder. It was the door I had found locked on my first visit to the house. It was the only door I could not open.
Yes, the sound came from behind this door. I had heard this sound long ago. I had heard it when I was a child. Spider howled. The frightened little dog pressed against my legs. We were both shaking with fear. And still the sound went on. I heard another sound. It came from behind me. It came from the front of the house. The bumping noise stopped. I turned away from the locked door.
Slowly and carefully, I walked back to my bedroom. Everything was quiet. The second sound had come from inside the house.
I was sure of that I looked round the room. Perhaps the sound had come from outside? I looked out of the window. I saw nothing, no one. The marshes were silver and grey in the moonlight Did I hear a cry?
I felt something warm against my leg. I bent down to stroke the little dog. She was quiet again. I listened. The house and the marshes were completely silent. After a time, I went back to the closed door. I turned the handle. The door did not open. I pushed my shoulder against the door. It did not move.
There was no keyhole in the door. I could not see into the room. I went back to bed. But it was a long time before I felt asleep. Behind the Door The morning was cold and wet.
The sky was covered with thick clouds. It was raining. I was very tired. But after breakfast, I felt better. I went back to the locked door.
I stood and listened. But I heard nothing. At nine o'clock, I rode back along the causeway on the bicycle. Spider ran beside me. There was a letter from Stella at the Gifford Arms inn. Her loving words made me feel very happy.
In two or three more days we would be together again. I walked round the town, buying more food. Then I rode back along the causeway. I was back at Eel Marsh House in time for lunch. The clouds were thicker now. The sea-mist was coming in over the marshes. Inside the house, it was already dark. I put on all the lights. But the house stayed dark and shadowy.
My fears returned. I decided to go back to the town. I went outside. There was some mist around the house. But I was able to see the causeway. However, it was completely covered by water. I could not return to Crythin Gifford that day. So I whistled to Spider. She ran to me quickly. We both went back inside the house.
I emptied papers from more cupboards. I worked hard for several hours. I found a packet of letters tied together. They looked interesting. After supper, I sat down by the fire and opened the packet. There were some papers and some letters. The letters were all in the same handwriting. I remembered the gravestone I had seen. It was in the graveyard at the back of Eel Marsh House. One of the names on that gravestone had been Jennet! Was this the same Jennet? There were dates on the letters.
The letters had been written sixty years ago. Alice was Mrs Drablow's first name. All the letters were written to Mrs Alice Drablow. Jennet was Mrs Drablow's younger sister. I began to read the letters carefully. They were short and in simple language. They told a sad story. Jennet was unmarried, but she was going to have a child. The child's father refused to marry Jennet and he left the country.
Jennet did not know what to do. Her family refused to help her. Then the child was born - a boy. For a few months, there were no letters. Then Jennet began writing again. And now her letters were full of anger.
The child is mine, Jennet wrote. I will never give him to. But Jennet was unmarried. She was poor and she could not keep the child. At last, she had to agree that Alice could rake the boy. In her last letter, Jennet wrote: Love him, Alice. Love him as your own child. But remember, he is mine - mine! He can never be yours. Forgive me. My heart is breaking. Poor Jennet, I thought.
What a sad story! I began to look at the other papers. The first one was from a solicitor's office. The paper was about a boy called Nathaniel. Nathaniel was the son of Jennet Humfrye. Alice Drablow was Jennet Humfrye's married sister. Nathaniel had been given the name So the child, Nathaniel Drablow, had lived here, I thought Away from the mother who loved him.
I thought for a few moments about Jennet Humfrye and her sad life. Then I picked up the next paper. At that moment, Spider growled. Every hair on her body was stiff with fear. I sat there for a few moments, frozen with fright. Then I stood up. If this was a ghost, I must face it. I made myself walk to the door. I opened it. Spider rushed out of the room and up the stairs. I heard her run along the passage.
She stopped. I knew she had stopped outside the locked door! I knew what I must do. I must open that door. There was an axe in the wood-shed. I must get that axe.
Taking my torch, I stepped outside the house. It was very dark. But I found the wood-shed. And the axe. As I was walking back, I heard the sound of the pony and trap. Had Keckwick come back for me? No one was there, no one at all.
I could still hear the pony and trap. But now the sound was coming from the marshes. I stood there, Spider beside me.
I was terribly afraid.
Again, I heard the sounds of the water and the mud. I heard the pony shriek. I heard the child's awful cry. And then, silence. I was shaking now. My mouth was dry with fear.
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I had heard these sounds before. The pony and child were not alive. I knew this. A pony and trap and all the people in it had sunk beneath the water. Spider began to howl and howl.
I put down the axe and the torch and picked up the little dog. I carried her into the house. She was afraid and so was I. After a few moments, the dog jumped out of my arms.
She ran upstairs, towards the locked door. I hurried outside, picked up the axe and torch and followed her. The sound was louder now. When I reached the door, I saw why. The door of the locked room was open - wide open. I thought I was going to die of fear. The dog ran inside the room. The bumping sound went on. And now I remembered. I knew what the sound was. When I was a child, my mother had a rocking-chair.
Sometimes I couldn't sleep. Then my mother held me in her arms. She sat in the chair and rocked me back and forwards. That was the sound made by the rockingchair on the floor. I was no longer afraid. The sound meant peace and rest. There was evil in that room. I knew that. But it had gone away.
Perhaps it was my happy thoughts. They had driven the evil away from that place. Holding the torch in front of me, I walked into the room. I pressed the light switch. Nothing happened. But my torch was powerful. I shone the bright torch round the room.
The room had been a child's bedroom. There was a small bed in one corner. A tall rocking-chair stood in front of the fireplace. The chair was rocking gently. But there was no one there. The room was empty. No one had passed me in the passage. There was no other door. I shone my torch at the window. It was shut. There were two wooden bars across it. The chair stopped moving. There was complete silence. The little room was clean and tidy.
There were sheets and pillows on the bed. I opened a chest and a cupboard. They were both full of clothes.
Clothes for a boy of six or seven. The clothes were beautifully made. But they were old-fashioned clothes - clothes of sixty years ago. The room was full of children's toys. They were neat and tidy. There was no dust on them at all. I saw toy soldiers and a sailing-ship. There were games, paints and books. All things that little boys love.
They had been here for sixty years. Arthur Kipps is an up-and-coming London solicitor who is sent to Crythin Gifford—a faraway town in the windswept salt marshes beyond Nine Lives Causeway—to attend the funeral and settle the affairs of a client, Mrs. Alice Drablow of Eel Marsh House. Psychologically terrifying and deliciously eerie, The Woman in Black is a remarkable thriller of the first rate.
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