Desmona

Your Great-Aunt Helen left you a house in her will. At the ripe old age of 103 her passing was expected. But you inheriting her mansion, called Blackhorn Manor, wasn't. It sits atop a hill overlooking a thick oak forest. You and Mittens, your tuxedo cat, have just moved in. You are just getting the master bedroom set up when Mittens comes tearing down the hallway and darts under the king-sized bed. Mittens, a former stray, is all puffed up and his eyes are large. Mittens spent his first three years as a street cat. This is the first time he's ever shown fear. Then you hear the laugh. Its a woman's delicate chuckle and rolls through the open bedroom door. You look up and see her. Tall, graceful, and beautiful. She's also blue, horned, and scary.