Echoes of The Woman in White
Inspired by Wilkie Collins's novel: The Woman In White
Amelia House was not what I was accustomed to. The hauntingly beautiful mansion held a unique charm, surrounded by the mystery that enveloped my entire life. Life was relatively peaceful until SHE visited - the woman in white.
Late one night, a peculiar silhouette appeared on our doorstep, garbed in a white gown stained by the muddy trails of Blackwater Park. The sight of her, frail and trembling, sent chills down my spine. The stories my late father narrated about the woman in white whispered in my ears creating a pandemonium of thoughts.
The woman introduced herself as Anne Catherick and I observed her grim demeanor closely. Her eyes emanated a daunting despair, revealing her arduous journey to our doorstep. I offered her shelter, wishing to unravel her story - the essence of the woman.
Her life was an open book of misery and betrayal, shadowed by a vile man, Sir Percival Glyde. Imprisoned in a mental asylum by him, she somehow managed to escape, hoping to warn Laura Fairlie, his soon-to-be wife, about the impending doom.
In the dead of the night, we began our treacherous journey to Limmeridge House, leaving the comfort of Amelia for the love of humanity. The fear of facing Sir Percival was overwhelming, but Anne's turbulent life seemed to strengthen our resolve.
Upon reaching Limmeridge, we were met with an awe-inspiring sight - Laura Fairlie wandering through the gardens, her beauty eclipsing the morning sun. We observed her closely, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal the harsh reality. But time was a cruel master, laughing at our helpless situation.
The eventual confrontation was not well received. Laura, torn between the love for her betrothed and the disturbing revelations by Anne, was trapped in a paradox of emotions. The seeds of doubt had been sown. Sir Percival’s arrival further intensified the situation, his eyes reflecting the fear of being exposed.
The horrifying scream that echoed through Limmeridge House that night was unforgettable. Laura stood at the top of the stairs, her face pale. With an expression of pure dread, she pointed towards the door. An expression I would have liked to forget, had I not turned to see the snow-white figure of Anne sprawled on the mansion's grand entrance.
Sir Percival's intentions were clear - he did not wish to be exposed. But the truth had a way of revealing itself. And the woman in white was its harbinger.