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1"Nobody," confessed Anne. "Diana and I just imagined the wood was haunted. All the places around here are
2so--so--commonplace. We just got this up for our own amusement. We began it in April. A haunted wood is so very
3romantic, Marilla. We chose the spruce grove because it's so gloomy. Oh, we have imagined the most harrowing things.
4There's a white lady walks along the brook just about this time of the night and wrings her hands and utters wailing
5cries. She appears when there is to be a death in the family. And the ghost of a little murdered child haunts the corner
6up by Idlewild; it creeps up behind you and lays its cold fingers on your hand--so. Oh, Marilla, it gives me a shudder
7to think of it. And there's a headless man stalks up and down the path and skeletons glower at you between the boughs.
8Oh, Marilla, I wouldn't go through the Haunted Wood after dark now for anything. I'd be sure that white things would
9reach out from behind the trees and grab me." "Did ever anyone hear the like!" ejaculated Marilla, who had listened in
10dumb amazement. "Anne Shirley, do you mean to tell me you believe all that wicked nonsense of your own imagination?"
11"Not believe exactly," faltered Anne. "At least, I don't believe it in daylight. But after dark, Marilla, it's
12different. That is when ghosts walk." "There are no such things as ghosts, Anne." "Oh, but there are, Marilla," cried
13Anne eagerly. "I know people who have seen them. And they are respectable people. Charlie Sloane says that his
14grandmother saw his grandfather driving home the cows one night after he'd been buried for a year. You know Charlie
15Sloane's grandmother wouldn't tell a story for anything. She's a very religious woman. And Mrs. Thomas's father was
16pursued home one night by a lamb of fire with its head cut off hanging by a strip of skin. He said he knew it was the
17spirit of his brother and that it was a warning he would die within nine days. He didn't, but he died two years after,
18so you see it was really true. And Ruby Gillis says--" "Anne Shirley," interrupted Marilla firmly, "I never want to hear
19you talking in this fashion again. I've had my doubts about that imagination of yours right along, and if this is going
20to be the outcome of it, I won't countenance any such doings. You'll go right over to Barry's, and you'll go through
21that spruce grove, just for a lesson and a warning to you. And never let me hear a word out of your head about haunted
22woods again." Anne might plead and cry as she liked--and did, for her terror was very real. Her imagination had run away
23with her and she held the spruce grove in mortal dread after nightfall. But Marilla was inexorable. She marched the
24shrinking ghost-seer down to the spring and ordered her to proceed straightway over the bridge and into the dusky
25retreats of wailing ladies and headless specters beyond. "Oh, Marilla, how can you be so cruel?" sobbed Anne. "What
26would you feel like if a white thing did snatch me up and carry me off?" "I'll risk it," said Marilla unfeelingly. "You
27know I always mean what I say. I'll cure you of imagining ghosts into places. March, now." Anne marched. That is, she
28stumbled over the bridge and went shuddering up the horrible dim path beyond. Anne never forgot that walk. Bitterly did
29she repent the license she had given to her imagination. The goblins of her fancy lurked in every shadow about her,
30reaching out their cold, fleshless hands to grasp the terrified small girl who had called them into being. A white strip
31of birch bark blowing up from the hollow over the brown floor of the grove made her heart stand still. The long-drawn
32wail of two old boughs rubbing against each other brought out the perspiration in beads on her forehead. The swoop of
33bats in the darkness over her was as the wings of unearthly creatures. When she reached Mr. William Bell's field she
34fled across it as if pursued by an army of white things, and arrived at the Barry kitchen door so out of breath that she
35could hardly gasp out her request for the apron pattern. Diana was away so that she had no excuse to linger. The
36dreadful return journey had to be faced. Anne went back over it with shut eyes, preferring to take the risk of dashing
37her brains out among the boughs to that of seeing a white thing. When she finally stumbled over the log bridge she drew
38one long shivering breath of relief. "Well, so nothing caught you?" said Marilla unsympathetically. "Oh, Mar--Marilla,"
39chattered Anne, "I'll b-b-be contt-tented with c-c-commonplace places after this."
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