Hall and a Departed

The Ending bc i was too lazy to make the rest

She was flabbergasted. Trying to run, she gathered up her dress, only to notice that her legs could not function from fright. Edging away from the sight before her, she backed up into a wall, becoming trapped.

"How could something like this happen to me! My dear Angelica, I can only hope that you will somehow avoid this horrible misfortune."

Meanwhile in the pantry, having finished cleaning up the supper ware, Angelica toddled off to grab the linen from the cupboard.

"Oh, I cannot wait to see the mistress in that new dress of hers! Ah, it's no wonder that all the bureaucrats' sons and daughters try to court her! If only she could try to move on..."

She quieted down, remembering the deaths.

"...she might be happier."

All of a sudden, she heard a violent and sharp sound behind her. Looking back she had not noticed anything, and presumed to clean out her ears.

"My word! Why Angelica I do believe you've gone mad!"

Toddling back, she tiptoed in order to reach the linen, which was on the topmost shelf. She bumped against the cupboard, which consequently caused a plate unbeknownst to her on the roof of the cupboard to fall, hitting her squarely on the head.

"Oh deary me," Angelica remarked while rubbing the bump that had formed on her
head.

"It would seem I've gone off and done it again. Oh dear. The mistress won't like this!"

Looking down, she discovered that the plate had fallen in such a way that it formed a unique image. Hurrying over to where her glasses were, Angelica once again looked at the image. However now it seemed to have changed.

"Why that's nonsense Angelica! A plate can't move!"

Laughing quietly to herself, Angelica did not seem to hear the slight rustling in the corridor beside her. When she at last focused again on the image, she realized with a start what it had been. How could she have not have seen it sooner! Why, it was the very likeness of the Duke himself!

"Blimey, that was pure luck! Ahh, what a soft and clever soul was he. Loved his family very much he did. A shame he died. Never again may we see such a good soul again in this world."

Clutching her hat, she exchanged a small prayer and was about to clean up the mess when, upon hearing a bloodcurdling scream, she turned around.

There in the hallway, she saw her mistress. Oh what a sight! She was crawling over to her, bloody and with the flesh seemingly evaporating off of her. Terrified that this was the cause of black magic, Angelica backed away, ignoring her mistress' cries for help and threw a knife at her. The knife caught in her throat, making large amounts of blood gurgle and spume out of her mouth. The blood was violently effervescent, releasing a foul smell into the air, as if some sort of chemical was somehow mixed in with the blood. Overcoming her fear and realizing what she had done, Angelica rushed over to her mistress's side,weeping.

"Ma'am! Oh my word, please forgive me! Wh-what on earth has happened to you?"
Barely smiling, her mistress reached out to her and, with some difficulty, placed her nearly dismembered arm on the poor woman.

"My dear Angelica...Please, forgive me... for scaring you.."

She spoke in breathy, languid sentences, pausing often.

"Oh, no!," spoke Angelica ,"Please, Ma'am, do not exert yourself! It is really I who should be sorry. I just... was shocked and... to see you like that! I am truly sorry mistress!"

Taking in another long intake of breath, her mistress spoke her final words.

"I am... just glad... you are safe"

Upon saying the final syllables, her arm slowly drooped to the ground, and Angelica noticed the light in her eyes, which her mistress was so known for, was disappearing, shining not for any mortal again. Blood seeped out of her, staining the white uniform of Angelica red.
Devastated over the loss of her mistress and good friend, Angelica cried, hanging over the body. Praying, she closed her mistress' eyes, and leaned back, trying to collect herself.

"Ah, my-my mistress, she said she was 'glad I was safe', but... safe from what?"

Noticing a growing shadow on the wall next to her, Angelica finally turned around.

There, The Beast had finally shown itself.

Angelica could not move, for fear was overcoming her. She now understood what had happened to her mistress. She understood all of it. The strange occurrences that had been going on recently. The disappearances. The deaths of her mistress' husband and unborn child. Caught up in her realization, she did not notice the mistress slowly awakening behind her. Nor did anyone notice the small figure rising out of it's grave outside, crawling toward the mansion. Looking at the tall, looming figure in front of her, she spoke, knowing she had precious time left,

"But, you're-"

A gushing sound could be heard from the silence that followed.