And what a wealth of terrifying stories there was! Hundreds of stories, so that there was no finishing on the evenings when somebody started them.

First came the wehrwolf adventures, the tales of the unhappy men whom the demon forced to enter into the bodies of dogs, the great white dogs of the mountains.

If you fire a gun at the dog and a single shot should strike him, the man will be delivered; but if the shot should fall on the dog's shadow, the man will immediately die.
Then came the endless procession of sorcerers and sorceresses.

In one of these tales Bernadette evinced a passionate interest; it was the story of a clerk of the tribunal of Lourdes who, wishing to see the devil, was conducted by a witch into an untilled field at midnight on Good Friday.
The devil arrived clad in magnificent scarlet garments, and at once proposed to the clerk that he should buy his soul, an offer which the clerk pretended to accept.

It so happened that the devil was carrying under his arm a register in which different persons of the town, who had already sold themselves, had signed their names.