Disclaimer: I do not own The Woman in Black.
(A.N This was written as part of my coursework for English class, and I just decided to post it here anyway.)
By Silver Sailor Ganymede
The man was a fool. That was the first thought that had come into Samuel Daily's head upon hearing Arthur Kipps' insistence on travelling to Eel Marsh House. Yes, it was certain: business or not, Arthur Kipps was nothing more than a stubborn fool of a man who had seen to little of the world and was, as most young men of the age, was, to Samuel, unbelievably arrogant.
Samuel shook his head and sighed; he simply could not let young Mr. Kipps travel to that godforsaken manor without any prior warning. Of course, Samuel knew much better than to simply tell the man not to go there: no, he knew that he would have to use all his ability in order to try and persuade him to stay away from the residence of the late Alice Drablow. Of course, no one on Cefyn Gryford would tell him directly what was so bad about the place, and considering the truth of what had happened they had good reason not to, but all the same…
Samuel sat down at his writing desk and took out a quill. He dipped it into a pot of ink and began to write.
Dear Mr. Kipps,
I feel myself obliged to write this letter to you. I do not write in order to command you not to go – for I know that if I even attempted to do that, this letter would find itself hurled onto the flames of a fire. No, I write in order to give you advice; though there are some things that you do know about the residence of the late Mrs. Alice Drablow, there is, I assure you, much more that you do not know. There is also much that will never be told to you by the folk of this town.
Do not go to Eel Marsh House, I implore you. There have been many happenings there that would drive even a man such as yourself to the fringes of sanity, this I know for certain. I also know that no one in Cefyn Gryford would dare to venture there and I know that I would worry both for your safety and your sanity were you to venture onto the marshes alone.
I sincerely hope that you have enough sense to heed my warning. However, if you are indeed foolhardy enough to ignore all that I have said, then I must wish you luck, for you will need all the luck you can get in that desolate place.
Yours in good faith,
With that, Samuel set down his quill and headed away from his study with a great weight off his mind. The letter, however, remained unsent.