Thursday, September 24, 2009

Why "Deliciously Scared"?

This is EXACTLY why I used the title "Deliciously Scared" - Anne and I are like this (she says crossing her fingers):


DIANA:Of course you would take the long route when you've sprained your ankle.
ANNE: I wouldn't think of giving Gilbert Blythe the satisfaction of helping me! Why don't we cut through here? It's much shorter.
DIANA: But you told me this forest was haunted.
ANNE: I don't think it's haunted in daylight.
DIANA: That doesn't matter; it's always dark in the forest.
ANNE: Don't be afraid, Diana.
DIANA: What kind of ghosts would you say live in here?
ANNE: I'm not sure there are any. I only imagined it was haunted because it seemed so romantic at the time.
DIANA: What is it? Did you see a ghost?
ANNE: My foot caught on something.
DIANA: Charlie Sloan said that his grandmother saw his grandfather driving the cows home last year.
ANNE: So?
DIANA: His grandfather died two years ago.
ANNE: There's supposed to be a white lady who walked along the riverbank by Mr. Hammond's sawmill, wringing her hands and wailing. The men never actually saw her.
DIANA: Oh, Anne, don't.
ANNE: Perhaps she is now accompanied by Mr. Hammond who is looking for his lunch. No, I shouldn't have said that. He may follow me here.
DIANA: Oh, Anne, I'm scared.
ANNE: So am I. Deliciously scared. Mrs. Hammond said she once felt the ghost of a murdered child creep up behind her and lay its icy fingers on her hand.
DIANA: Charlie's grandmother is a very religious woman, and I don't think she would lie. Do you think there may be ghosts living in there?
ANNE: It's alright, Diana.
DIANA: [screams]
ANNE: Stop it, Diana, and help me out!
DIANA: Why did we ever come in here, Anne? Are you alright?
ANNE: I twisted my other ankle.
DIANA: What are we going to do?
ANNE: You mustn't be afraid, Diana. I'll be alright here. Run home, find your father, and ask if he'll come back and get me.
DIANA: You'll get carried off by ghosts. I'd never forgive myself.
ANNE: Be brave, Diana. Go. I shall endure till your return, although I may be forced to faint if my imagination gets the better of me.
DIANA: I could never feel as safe as your are, Anne. Bye-bye.

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