Agatha had a slight pull on her heart at the thought of that girl being dragged through the house like that. She refused to admit it, even deep down in her own mind, but she knew what had happened upstairs. But there was nothing she could do about it and besides it wasn't like the girl hadn't deserved what had happened to her. She walked through life like a harlot, wearing no stockings or a corset even! She talked business and even dared to WORK out side of the home! She dared to see herself as an equal to a man! She had embarrassed the entire Ascot household with her arrogant and audacious behavior. Goodness only knew what she had done while overseas with those…barbaric foreigners! Really, what place did a woman have in a man's world? There was no reason for a woman to be overseas without a male family member to chaperone for her, unless she was up to no good.
With that self righteous thought in mind, Agatha had no trouble laying her head down to sleep. After all, she had behaved herself in a respectful and lady like manner her whole life. Everyone knew that those sorts of things just did not happen to decent women, only the lowlifes of the world; the harlots like that Kingsley girl.
"You don't really believe that people ask for such treatment do you?" Agatha shot out of bed at the sound of a man in her bedroom; her locked from the inside, bedroom. "Who's there?" Agatha ran to the foot of her bed and grabbed a poker from the fireplace. "Show yourself, coward! How dare you come into a helpless lady's room without her permission?" Agatha could have sworn the voice she heard in her room was purring like a cat! "Do you really think you have the right to call me a coward, when not only did you turn a blind eye to the suffering of another human being, but you actually excuse the behavior of the attacker? When you have the audacity to believe that anyone deserves to be abused, especially in such a horrific manner? Really, are you certain that I'm the coward here; the monster to be feared? How distasteful." Anyone else would have been too afraid to speak to the disembodied voice, but not Agatha. She was as arrogant as she was hypocritical and judgmental.
She had done nothing wrong. What had happened to that girl had not been her fault. Bad things like that had never happened to good people before, it just didn't happen.
"How dare you speak to me that way? I had nothing to do with that girl's mishap!" Suddenly Agatha stopped mid tirade, when she realized that whoever was hiding in her room had read her mind. How else could they have known what she had been thinking? "Who are you? You come out now! I am not afraid of you!" The voice came back suddenly and this time from behind her. "Tell me Agatha, what madness do you suffer from that you would wish such inhuman treatment on someone as nice as the lovely Alice?" Agatha turned and swung the poker at the intruder only to catch air. There was nothing there to even hide behind. Only air and a wall.
"Now was that really necessary?" Once again Agatha turned to attack...nothing. "You're not going to catch anything like that, you Bloody monstrosity."
There had to be a logical explanation for all of this. It was a trick; that's it and that's all. Except that thought was banished quickly when Agatha felt a sharp pain across her shoulder. She cried out, while grabbing her shoulder and slumped over to the wall. Agatha pulled back her hand only to discover blood covering her hand. "Oh dear! It looks as though you've run a fowl of something with wicked claws."
"GET OUT!" Agatha screamed herself hoarse, but the monster just tsked, before launching another attack, this time across her face. Agatha screamed again and ran to the door, all thoughts of self righteousness gone from her mind. On her way to the door, she caught sight of her face in the mirror and saw three long bleeding scratches running across her face from her forehead to to her chin. The pain was deep and as she had not seen anyone in front of her, there simply was no explanation for what was happening. Another attack from the unseen monster, scratching her deeply across her neck, sent Agatha screaming for the door handle, only to find it locked tight. The door then began to shrink right before Agatha's eyes, until it was only as tall as her knee. But it was still big enough for her to squeeze through if she laid down! Agatha threw herself down to the floor trying to pry the door open. When she finally got the door open, Agatha wished with all of her heart that she hadn't.
Staring back at her was the monster itself. In the pitch black darkness, Agatha could clearly see the large, clear green cat like eyes of the beast staring back at her. As horrifying as the eyes had been, it was the smile that caused Agatha's heart to stop all together. Every last tooth was razor sharp and as bright white as the moonlight. And she could see every last tooth in it's most horrific mouth.
"Now just where do you think you are running off to? And we were having so much fun together." The door continued to shrink down until it disappeared completely. Agatha backed away from the now non existent door and ran towards the window, where moonlight was pouring through. Throwing open the window, Agatha was met once again with the terrible grin of the monster, which had been casting the light she had seen. It was still smiling that devilish grin and purring like it was nothing more than an contented cat. Suddenly the light from the monster's grin disappeared as a trail of smoke and shadow began to whisk it's way into the room with Agatha. It swirled around her before disappearing and once again began another attack on her person. Another scratch across her back and again, this time on the back of her neck. Agatha screamed and screamed, trying to bat away at the monster that wasn't there, as another claw came down, this time across the front of her chest, across her stomach and again on her face. Agatha threw herself down onto the floor, desperately crawling her way to her bed as another deeper scratch caught her across the back of her ankle. She finally made her way under her bed, thinking herself finally safe from the monster's wrath.
It was a futile attempt in the end. The monster appeared next to her bed with its hideous grin still in place. Agatha screamed and her heart all but gave out as the floor beneath her bed disappeared completely sending her on a terror filled free fall. Falling down into a tunnel that seemed to never end, past floating books, furniture and lamps, Agatha heard the purring of the beast and the ticking of hundreds of clocks all around her. Agatha was certain that this was the pathway to hell. Finally she hit the floor, crashing through it and rolling across the ceiling before falling down to the floor. A soft, padded floor in a white padded room with no windows or door and no way out.