Hell No

It is far too risky to try and take on Becky. This is her place and clearly some voodoo is going on. You do feel bad though because Agatha is clearly suffering. You keep yourself hidden among the large rack of clothes and try to formulate a plan.

‘There has to be a door somewhere around here. Maybe a window? Something to escape.’

As you ponder the choices you hear a ligh thud and look over. Agatha is drooling!

“Oh no... please no... why Becky? I’ve... been a good customer...”

“Oh you have. You’ve also been a very naughty girl. You were warned and still you tried to help. It looks like no good deed goes unpunished, John can’t even be bothered to come out and play with us. Maybe you’ll talk him... her, into it.”

Agatha slowly disappears behind the counter, the soft shuffling noise of her long stockings on the wooden floors only leaves one thought to mind.