Love can't be won by threat

Love can't be won by threat

When I was young boy, I was living in a small village. The village was surrounded by beautiful river and rich scenery. There was an old man living in the village. He had a house, constructed from model of his own which, for elegance and convenience, far surpassed the rude and simple tenements of his neighbours; and he had a small farm, or rather garden, which he seemed to cultivate for amusement, rather than from any absolute necessity of labour. He was called Mark Steven and he had a beautiful daughter Debbie.

In the outside of the village there was an old woman's house, she was called Dina. She was known through out the village as one under an evil influence, an ill-tempered and malignant old woman. She had the long and skinny finger, the gray and straggling hair, the hooked nose and the long, upturned chin, which seemed perpetually to threaten all villagers. Her blue lips and the bleared and sunken eyes were threatening the villagers. Dina was actually an evil hearted woman. She took advantage of the credulity and fears of her neighbours. She was poor and had no relatives and no friends but she had only one son. He was called Sam.

Sam was not like his mother. He was a brave and educated man. He was working outside the village and every year he was coming back to the village to visit his mother and friends. When he was in the village, he was not living with his mother but in her presence, he was respectful and even indulgent to her singular disposition and unsocial habits.

Sam had fallen in love with Debbie, the daughter of Mark Steven. She was young, beautiful and well educated. Sam inherited a lot from his father; his father was a man of intellect and family. He was once a wealthy and respectful man in the village and had suddenly met with a reverse of fortune. These considerations gave Sam no little consequence in the village and Mark Steven, who ridiculed the idea of witches and witchcraft, received the occasional visits of Sam with as much cordiality as if his mother had never been suspected of evil doing.

It was a cold, windy and rainy night. Sam came to his mother's house and he found the old woman alone. "Mother, Debbie will never be my wife" said Sam. "Have I not told you that it should be so and must be? You have lost your courage; you have become weaker than woman, Sam. I tell you that Debbie loves you, as deeply, as passionately as ever man was loved by woman!" said Dina.

Sam started. "I do believe she loves me, but she will never be my wife. She dreads an alliance with our family. She has said that she had rather die at once, than become the daughter-in-law of you (witch)." Dina started saying with loud voice "Mark Steven and his daughter Debbie shall learn that Dina is not to be insulted in this manner! Sam, you shall marry her, or she shall die accursed!"

"Mother, I understand your threat and I warn you to beware. Practice your infernal tricks upon others as you please, but Debbie is too pure and sacred for such unhallowed dealing and as you dread the curses of your son. Let her not be molested." said Sam.

He had seen little of his mother for many years, but he knew her supernatural powers and he felt fear in her presence. He knew that his mother will do anything to harm Mark Steven and his daughter Debbie and so he decided to stay by them to protect her and her father from the wrath of his mother.

Mark Steven and his daughter Debbie were alarmed by strange sounds and unusual appearances. In the middle of the night they would hear heavy footsteps ascending the stair case. The doors were mysteriously opened, after having been carefully secured. The curtains of the bed of Mark Steven and his daughter Debbie were drawn aside by an unseen hand. They heard an unearthly music in the chimney and saw the furniture of the room dancing about.

The visitations to the house of Mark Steven became more frequent and more terrific. The unfortunate Debbie suffered severely. She fully believed in the supernatural character of the sights and sounds which alarmed her; and she looked upon old Dina as the author.

Mark was thinking that his house had ghosts. So he went to talk with religious people of the village. They came and used all their skills but ended up with failure. Day and night people were talking about the ghost house but Sam knew that his mother was behind all of this.

Mark's evenings were lonely and long and he decided to invite Sam, the strong and brave man to take up his residence with him. Sam accepted Mark's offer with pleasure. Sam felt perfectly convinced that his mother was responsible for all these troubles and he thought he should secure to himself the gratitude of both father and daughter. Weeks passed by and Mark secretly overjoyed at the idea of having a sentinel in his house because he felt a bet save. The night was dark and the weather was unpleasant; Sam, Mark and Debbie were sleeping in different rooms of the ghost house. Suddenly Sam heard a fearful sound and he rose to his feet and listened earnestly. It seemed to proceed from the room beneath him and it was repeated several times. In a few moments he heard footsteps on the stair case. Sam opened the door and saw a figure passing by; he shouted "Mortal or devil, you go no further. Speak, witches, ghost, whatever you are, declare yourself."

In mean time Mark came out of his room and saw that Sam held a figure from back. "Let me go, let me go or you are a dead man" said the figure, but Sam retained his hold and tried to reveal the identity of the figure. The identity of the figure was revealed and it was Dina. Dina stabbed her son with a knife, which she was carrying. The knife dropped from the hand of Dina and with a loud and almost demoniac shriek, she sprang down the stair case and vanished like a ghost.

Sam felt that his wound was severe but he gave such direction to Mark and his daughter as to enable them to prevent the rapid flow of blood. The arrival of the physician gave some degree of comfort to Mark and his daughter. Sam's wound was not considered as dangerous and he was advised to have a few days of rest.

After a few days Sam decided to go and to see his mother. He found the door open and on entering the first object that met his view was the form of Dina, lying on the floor, insensible and motionless. He spoke to her but she answered not. He lifted her arm and it fell back. She was dead whether by terror or suicide he knew not. Sam started cry and shouting "Mother, Mother...". She was buried the next day in the small garden adjoining her house. Dina's death brought back Sam and Debbie's love, which was last till end of their live.

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