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As Arthur stood in the overgrown graveyard behind the house during the funeral service, he saw her. She was dressed from head to foot in black, her skin stretched tight over her bones like pale parchment. She stood among the headstones, motionless, watching him with a gaze that felt like a physical weight on his chest.
The pony reared in sudden, unnatural terror. The carriage overturned.
The village of Crythin Gifford did not welcome strangers, especially those who asked after the marshlands. Arthur Kipps, a young solicitor sent from London to settle the estate of the late Mrs. Alice Drablow, felt the chill of their silence the moment he stepped off the train.
Arthur finished his business and returned to London, desperate to put the marshes behind him. He married his sweetheart, Stella, and a year later, they took their infant son to a fair. As Arthur watched them on a pony trap, a flash of black silk appeared in the crowd. The woman stood by the gate, her wasted face fixed on the carriage.
He later learned the truth from a bundle of letters hidden in the nursery. The Woman in Black was Jennet Humfrye, Mrs. Drablow’s sister. She had borne a son out of wedlock and was forced to give him up to Alice. Years later, Jennet watched from the window as the carriage carrying her son veered off the causeway and sank into the mire. She had died of a broken heart, but her spirit remained, fueled by a relentless, infectious grief.
In the wreckage, as Arthur cradled the broken bodies of his wife and son, he looked up. The Woman in Black stood mere feet away. She did not speak. She did not move. She simply watched, her vengeance finally complete, leaving Arthur to live the rest of his life in the same cold, lightless silence of Eel Marsh House.
The rocking chair moved back and forth, back and forth, driven by an invisible hand.