-You have to help me out Doctor! The man cried out. A flash of lightning struck the windowpane and thunder rippled through the leaky timber of the old house. Doctor Constance had been woken in the middle of the night. The man was wild eyed but well dressed- clearly his air of respectability was usually well managed and impeccable. Now however was the time of night when men’s guilt would haunt them- when terrible bloody-mouthed vampiric Truth would emerge from her well to shame all mankind. Now they were sat by the fire and the man was telling his story. He was, as the Doctor had suspected, an upper class man who had become a professional fop to stave off affluenza after a thirteen carriage pile-up had wiped out his entire immediate family and left him with a sizable inheritance. He had moved from London out to the country this week and this evening was his first night on out in the new town since his arrival. The man (he remained nameless) had spared no time in attempting to seduce a reasonably handsome common girl. The man made it clear his intentions were proper to his station in life. He visibly winced at the idea of being officially involved with women of that common character.
Whatever his predilections for pursuing wild women the Man had taken the woman back to a hotel room and the two had spent a few hours together. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. The man looked up suddenly. Doctor Constance told him to ignore it as it was probably a beggar who would soon give up and go away. The Man relayed to Doctor Constance his agitation as the girl again and again refused to sleep with him. He demanded subtly at first but more and more explicitly as the hours dragged on. So by the early hours of the morning, when she tried to leave, he had grabbed her arm. The Doctor had once lived in London. He had treated many a bashed up young women who had refused the advances of the civilised classes. This should not have put the man into such a state. There was more.
-And then what? Doctor Constance asked. The man was sat bolt upright in his chair like he was listening to every creak of the house. His hands were shaking. He turned his head to compensate for the lack of prey-like peripheral vision. He had to be asked again because he seemed distracted.
-Ah yes well she still tried to leave so I beat the damned creature for being so impertinent.
The girl had begun crying. The man was vague on the details but it was obvious he had lost control of himself and began to strike her again and again. The man claimed he was drunk but this was supposedly a few hours ago. The man was perfectly sober- if rather shaken. There was another knock at the door.
-Then she just stopped moving and…
The story continued with a painful inevitability. The poor girl had died from the fright of the attack. She was used to the rather more docile men of the provincial village she lived in. She was not ready for the passion of city gentlemen. Knock Knock.
-So I buried the body. Oh good god I buried the…
The man was clearly very alarmed.
-Oh god she… then I… then… He began to sob. His whole body was heaving and Doctor Constance had to hold him steady. It took a few tries for the Man to get the sob-riddled words out until finally…
-After… she was buried… I drove home… and I… and I… He took a deep breath.
There was a very loud banging on the door.
-I heard her voice! I heard the ghost of that poor creature! Oh may god have mercy!
SHE’S FOUND ME OH MY HEAVENS THE BITCH HAS FOUND ME OH GOD YOU WON’T TAKE ME ALIVE
The man stood up. Doctor Constance leapt up. The Man ran to the hallway and withdrew a large pistol. When Doctor Constance arrived his body lay in a growing pool. The door had been knocked open by the incredible wind. The rain lashed down outside in the darkness dimly illuminated by a single gas lamp on the veranda. Doctor Constance peered out into the gloom.
There was no one there.