The Woman From Hell

"Yeah, Mr. Carter. Don't you trust me? Miss Lane is a friend of mine. We won't simply talk nonsense," Marius echoed.

I stared at Mr. Carter eagerly, expecting him to speak.

Likely moved by my passionate gaze, Mr. Carter finally nodded. "Alright, but please don't spread this matter. It'll affect us a lot otherwise."

"Okay, don't worry. We'll keep it secret." Marius winked at me, motioning for me to agree.

I instantly understood. "That's right, we won't say anything!"

Mr. Carter sighed heavily again. I felt something was wrong even before I heard the story.

He took a sip of water and then slowly said, "Only those of us who have lived here for a long time know about this matter. Those who moved in the past 20 years probably don't."

I sensed that it was an extraordinary incident the moment he said that. It seemed like something that happened decades ago. Could it be the same incident I was thinking about?

I continued listening to Mr. Carter with anticipation.

young lady had climbed to the top of

was shocked when I

also happened 30 years

the top of

lower lip, my heart doing somersaults. "Why doesn't anyone know about it now if it was

us to keep quiet, but a newspaper published about it before they managed to suppress the news completely. Fortunately,

understandable that the village chief did not want outsiders to know that a life had been lost, but

wholly confused. "The girl died here, so shouldn't the family ask for compensation? Why would

it was possible that the lady was forced to her

Carter's words made me tremble. This might be the reason

this was the case, it

your first meeting with Miss Lane?" Marius asked

in the newspaper. I thought you

Miss

dazed," Mr. Carter admitted