A/N: Although I've been browsing this site for a few years now, this is my first attempt at a Fanfic, and it's bound to not be very good. Sorry it's not very long. This chapter takes place around the Anne of Green Gables time. I'm not trying to rewrite the stories, they're wonderful as they are! Anyway, R&R to let me know how I did. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Anne, Gilbert or anybody else in this chapter. All characters belong entirely to L.M. Montgomery!
Anne Shirley carried a large basket of freshly-picked flowers and hummed to herself, strolling happily down a path toward Green Gables. She took a deep breath and breathed in the fresh air. "It is spring," she thought, "and a beautiful day at that, though storm clouds look to be approaching."
At fourteen years old, Anne was a bright with red hair and freckles, which she despised and large gray-green eyes. She wore a flowered hat on her head and a light green dress that brought out different shades of green in her eyes.
Anne was feeling particularly brave this day and found herself wandering towards the Haunted Woods, a place which she found to be very scary, but romantic in its own way. She got to the edge of the forest and peeked inside, waiting for any ghosts that might float by. She gathered up her courage, and walked quickly inside the forest.
Suddenly, she heard a twig snap, and immediately screamed. Little did she know that Avonlea's own Gilbert Blythe had been walking along and had seen Anne go into the Haunted Woods. He had been debating on whether or not he should approach Anne, as she still hadn't forgiven him for the "carrots" insult. He desperately wanted her forgiveness, and had almost made his mind up to talk to her.
Anne looked around nervously and felt a bead of sweat forming on her forehead. She walked quicker through the forest, darting glances behind her all the while. A few steps later, she heard a loud boom of thunder that sounded very close. She walked faster through the woods, thinking that they seemed to never end on this day.
Anne suddenly heard another crash of thunder as the sky darkened and regretted her decision to journey into the forest. She wasn't feeling brave anymore. She was terrified. She imagined all of the spirits that must be hovering around her in the forest, and jumped as yet another clap of thunder sounded.
She tried unsuccessfully to block out all of the frightening thoughts her imagination was putting into her mind. She thought of the ghosts, moaning and haunting the woods. She thought she could feel a ghostly wind creeping up on her. Anne imagined that the spirits were drawing closer, waiting to capture her and take her away. Then, a final clap of thunder caused Anne to shriek loudly, as her imagination finally got the better of her, and she fainted…into a deep dark…nothing.