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
You ask: “Who else is in this house?”
“There are three members of staff,” Violet says. “There is Donna, the cook, and Leon, the gardener.”
She leans in conspiratorially.
“Donna doesn’t like me very much so I don’t go into the kitchen. She screams if I do. Sometimes she throws things at me too. I think she must be very lonely – I often hear her talking to herself. She can talk for hours and hours and hours. She’ll like you, though. She likes having new people to talk to.”
She puts a coy hand to her lips and giggles. “Leon doesn’t like Donna. He told me he was tired of her chatting all the time, so he pretends to be deaf. It’s the only way he can still eat her cooking. He thinks it’s the only thing she does well, and he does so enjoy eating.”
You think to ask about the owner.
Violet’s eyes widen and shine with something you think must be adoration.
“Miss Dalton is wonderful,” she says. “She tends to us. She looks after us.”
You wait for something more, but nothing comes.
“Is there anything else I may help you with?” she asks just as you consider waving a hand in front of her face.
You can think of a great many things she could help with and you certainly have more questions, but you suspect that the time for talking is done. You feel that you might accomplish more by exploring things yourself. Besides, she’s a little on the creepy side.
You tell her no.
She presents you with another vague, distracted smile before giving a small curtsy and leaving the room through the same door she entered. The soft jingle of her heavy keys fades as she is swallowed by the dark corridor beyond. Within seconds, you lose track of her.
You are now alone, and once against very aware of quite how stifling it is in this cluttered room. The fire roars on, its crackles and snaps cutting through the heavy silence.
Somewhere beyond the open door, a clock chimes. It’s 1am.
So, what would you like to do now?
- Use the telephone?
- Examine the room’s paintings?
- Examine the room’s knick knacks?
- Go into the corridor through the now-open door?
- Go back outside?
Vote for what happens next on my Patron page before 8pm GMT tomorrow. The next update will be 8pm GMT on the 19th of October.