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 take out the lighter to light the candelabra at the head of the table.
The lighter takes a few goes before it responds. You’re not sure how long it may have been left in Nick’s car for, but the mechanism is stiff and – now you look at it – the fluid level is non-existent. There might be just one or two uses left in it; you’ll have to be careful how you deploy it in the future.
You work your thumb over the wheel five or six times before it sparks to life catching what little vapour still sits in the chamber. Wasting no time, you lean over the place setting and light the three candles in the candelabra.
The flames take eagerly and the room is now lit with a flickering yellow light. You step back, half expecting some secret passageway to swing open. You are disappointed when nothing happens.
Still, the room looks a little less foreboding now.
With a little light shed on the situation, you give the table another pass. Nothing new or interesting catches your eye. You linger at the head of the table putting your hands on your hips as you survey the place setting. You briefly consider taking the candelabra, but an experimental tug reveals that it’s far too heavy to comfortably or safely carry around with you. Besides, too much movement would simply extinguish the little flames.
You’re about to write off the action as a bust when you note that, in the process of leaning across the table to try and lift the candelabra, your hand came up with some sort of gritty residue on it. You examine it in the candlelight, expecting it to be salt grains. Instead what you find across your palm are tiny little dark specks.
You sniff your hand. It smells earthy. Soil, perhaps?
You wipe your hand on your top.
What would you like to do next?
- Go back into the corridor?
- Go to the gamesroom?
- Go to the kitchen?
Vote for what happens next on my Patron page before 11.30pm GMT tomorrow. The next update will be 8pm GMT on the 27th of October.