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Story of Young Goodman Brown

Goodman Brown stood there bewildered, as to what these holy men were doing in between the forest, where there was no church or place of worship. He began thinking of Faith, his wife, as deacon Gookin mentioned about a goodly young woman who was to attend the communion. He wondered if Faith would ever do such a thing as attend a communion of the evil. As he thought, the forest broke into all sorts of noise and Brown thought that it was of people talking. Trying to figure out whether he recognized any of those voices. Then he saw a group of people pass by along with a woman who seemed to resemble Faith. He was shocked.

Goodman Brown decided to spy on the group and find out what was going on. They were all dressed in black cloaks, so there was no doubt in Goodman Brown’s mind that they were heading for the communion about which deacon Gookin had been talking earlier. And somehow he felt that the lady being talked about at that point of time was Faith, his wife. As he followed them slyly he could notice that the people at the back of the group always checked to see whether anyone was following them. He could also hear those people chanting prayers as they went along. Suddenly, there was a big crackling noise and the group stopped, realizing that he had stepped on a bunch of dry twigs he hid in the bushes nearby. He could see some men from the group coming towards him.

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Goodman Brown froze with a shock when he saw one of their faces, it was his neighbour. He sat in between the bushes motionless, trying not to draw any attention to his current place of hiding. After looking around the group of men joined the other people waiting, who had decided to wait for some time as they felt tired. Goodman Brown’s mind was racing in all possible direction trying to figure out a logical explanation as to why his wife was going to attend the communion, as by now he was sure that the lady was his wife. Finally, the group started out to complete the final leg of their journey. Goodman Brown just waited till he was sure that he could not be seen.

The sky was clear except for a few stars and clouds, which moved as if to cover the star and completely darken the night. This helped Goodman Brown as he could move easily without having to concentrate on having to hide, now he was more careful of where he walked and on what he stepped.

The group now seemed to be slowing down as if they were very close to their destination. So it turned out to be as Goodman Brown just noticed a cave with light spreading out from its mouth like a portion of the sun when it sets out in the horizon, with the same reddish-orange light. The group moved in the cave leaving Goodman Brown outside wondering as to what awaited him when and if he decided to enter the cave. He just sat outside procrastinating. Suddenly he saw a shadow moving in the cave, he hurried to hide. The shadow loomed up in the cave-like a ghost. It was the figure of a woman. “Faith!” thought Goodman Brown and there she was exiting the cave with the bright light behind, seeming like a shadow of herself. She stood there shouting, “Goodman Brown! Goodman Brown!”

Goodman Brown woke up to realize that his wife had actually been looking for him in the forest and what he thought to be the cave was actually the sun rising far away in the horizon. Goodman Brown pinched himself to make sure that this time he was not dreaming he wasn’t.

He was glad that it had only been a dream and was happy to be with his wife. But his wife’s facial expression seemed to tell a different story, they seemed to be concealing something. On her forehead, a blood mark remained as if it had been missed in a hurry to wipe something off. As I looked at them walk away, Faith turned she had a rye smile on her face, as if to say, “Do you really think that my husband was dreaming?”

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