Paranorman Agatha Novels & Stories

TEMPEST “Thk, thk, darling, good little Agatha hasn’t been home for a long while.” Her eyes suddenly shifted to a reddish hue, pupils going vertical and black, chilling, strange. “What… are you?” I tried to roll back, but my legs wouldn’t respond. My whole body was about to fall apart. “You tricked me this whole time…” “We’re going to have a loooong time to get to know each other,” she answered, coming toward me step by step.

Agatha is fine physically but not mentally, she still needs to undergo therapy. "Get well soon, Thati... When you're well, we'll talk about everything we missed" Zandro added and let Thati rest. 'Thati' is Agatha's nickname, he was the only one calling her Thati then so he's hoping that her memories will come back. Salem and Than are just in the back as well as Ara and just listening and watching the two. "Told yah!, My bet is for Thati anyway" Salem said. "She has no memory, Salem. I still bet on her because she's being able to take action to have a happy ending." Than replied as if he was arguing with Salem.

Up until now, they have been dormant. Agatha’s physical body is trapped on her bed beneath the storm cloud, but her spirit and consciousness? She is having an ‘out-of-body’ experience. Her spirit is suspended in the air, like she is floating a few feet from the ground in her own bubble. She can see the scene in her room as if she’s watching a movie from a balcony. One thing is certain: there’s a dark magic at play. “What kind of sorcery is this? Reveal yourself!” she boldly challenged the unseen presence in the room.

"Mom what's going on?" Weirdly, she heard the sound of her voice but it was all she could hear. "Mira!" Agatha cried. She also heard her mother, but her voice was faint and low, like a whisper in a distance, barely audible. "He-..." Agatha didn't finish the word as the shadows gather beside her and solidified: red vicious eyes, claws sharp as a knife, and long slithered body. A Reaper.

Nathan POV: The image flickered on the cheap laptop screen, grainy footage from a hidden camera I’d paid a disgruntled security tech (courtesy of Manuel’s untraceable funds) to install overlooking the entrance to Agatha’s ridiculously opulent mansion. There they were. Campbell, playing the dutiful partner, opening the car door for her, his hand lingering possessively on her back as she stepped out. Agatha, pale and tired, offering him a tight, forced smile before disappearing inside.

“I-uh…I came to check on you.” “For?” “For uh-“ “You know what? I don’t care. Don’t tell me.” Agatha cut in, walking past the pink head and pulling her jacket over her sweaty body, before she began walking away. “But Agatha you were cr-“ “I WAS WHAT!?” Agatha screamed, making the girl flinch backwards. The black head towered over Soralina, her glare almost burning a hole through her forehead. “What did you see?” “I…I uh-“

Why did the person inside refer to Agatha as Mum? Agatha is a mother?

she said. I have prepared something, which will take you to Agatha,"Jenna said. “ Ok.” I was scared I don't want to be caught but also I want to find out about the person who is behind all of this. “ We still have two hours,” Abigail said, looking at the clock. “ Rest for a while. I placed the clothes under your pillow. And remember when it's midnight a parrot will come to take you to Agatha. All you have to do is to walk carefully and not to make any sound,” she said.

Suddenly Myrvinne, who is actually hiding its presence hit one of the intruders however the other one aimed at him to save its comrade. The others follow suit and see current commotion. “What the! What are they?” Agatha gasped in surprise, she had never seen such a creature before, so then the twin fought the two creatures. Moreover, they overpowered the two, it was then, the other creature threw a smoke bomb and the twins lost them.

His eyes glowed a brilliant red, and in that moment, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again. As the ritual concluded, Cassius turned to a mysterious figure lurking in the shadows of the mansion. As she stepped into the light, her enchanting beauty was revealed, adorned in a flowing witches' robe and a pointed hat. I recognized her instantly as Agatha, a witch who had visited the mansion on numerous occasions, her purpose clear – she desired the potent blood of Cassius, a elixir with the power to cure almost any ailment.