This is part of a text adventure series to celebrate the spookiest of months, October (and beyond!). Full information about what’s happening can be found here. It is free to read, but in order to vote on what happens next, you will need to be a Patron. To become a Patron, you can find my Patreon page here.
Map of the known area [click here]
- A small flashlight with dead batteries
- Nick’s car-related paperwork
- A generic fast food straw
- A napkin containing some mushed-up sausage rolls
- A lighter
- Half a packet of mints
- A pen
After some indecision you ask the housekeeper: “What is this place?”
“It’s a house,” she replies.
“Just a house?”
Fair enough. An awkward silence hangs between you.
“Well… Can you tell me anything about it?”
Her attention drifts around the room. “This central part of the house was built in 1718 by a local landowner, William James Mounsey, as a gift for his son, Howard. The west portion of the house was added in 1801. This central area was gutted by fire in 1855 when the then owner died in the Crimean War. The house was left to ruin for ten years until Miss Eleanor Dalton acquired it at auction. She expanded the east portion of the house in 1896.”
That seems rather comprehensive.
“So who owns it now.”
She doesn’t answer immediately.
“It has remained with the Dalton family,” she says carefully.
She doesn’t offer any more.
“Is there anything else I may help you with?”
What would you like to say next?
- “Is it okay for me to wander around in someone’s house?”
- “Where is my friend?”
- “Who else is in this house?”
- “Hey, nice keys. Can I borrow them?”
- “No, but thanks anyway.”
Vote for what happens next on my Patron page before 8pm GMT tomorrow. The next update will be 8pm GMT on the 13th of October.