Harvest Moon, pt 26

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

Your inventory:

  • A small flashlight
  • Nick’s car-related paperwork
  • A generic fast food straw
  • A napkin containing some mushed-up sausage rolls
  • Half a packet of mints
  • A pen
  • A fieldbook about common countryside plants

You wake up. It takes a few minutes before you’re sure enough of yourself to try moving. The first thing you attempt is opening your eyes. They’re gluey and reluctant, but as the sleepiness leaves your body and is replaced by something bordering on panic, they start responding.

You’re not in the gamesroom. In fact, you don’t think you’ve actually seen this room before. You’re lying on an expansive, comfortable bed. Someone has thoughtfully switched on a bedside lamp which sits on a nightstand between you and a window. Weighty, plush curtains are drawn across the panes so you have no concept of day or night. As your eyes shift into focus, you pick out a ticking carriage clock beneath the lamp: It reads half past 3. Swinging your legs out from under the covers, you take a couple of stiff steps and pull aside the drapes. 

For some reason you’re relieved to find that it’s still nighttime. The view outside is of the gravel driveway and approach to the house. The same strange silver-orange moonlight highlights the dark landscape, reassuring you that it’s the same night at least. Your indulgence has cost you a couple of hours.

You’re still dressed although someone has removed your coat, shoes and socks. A little invasive, you suppose, but you can’t blame them. Better someone found you and made sure you were comfortable than left you lying there on the floor.

You take a quick look around for where your things might have been placed. The room is dim and your head is a little woolly, but as you poke around the various nooks and crannies, you find yourself starting to feel better. Much better, in fact. That short period of unconsciousness seems to have cleared up some of the residual aches and pains from the crash you’d been stumbling around with. It’s a small mercy, but one you’re grateful for as the fog leaves your brain entirely.

The room is nothing remarkable compared to what you’ve seen elsewhere on your adventure. It appears to be a guestroom complete with generically pleasant decor (for the house, at least. It’s somewhat oppressive and outdated for most tastes), areas to sit and places to hang or store clothes. Two of the walls have windows indicating that wherever you are the room sits in one of the house’s corners. A quick consult of your mental map places you in the south-east corner of the first floor. 

You glance through one of the two doors from the room and find yourself looking into an en suite.

You find your coat hanging on the back of what must be the door to the landing and slip it back on. Your shoes and socks have been thoughtfully tucked beside a single armchair in one of the room’s corners. As you sit down to put them back on, there is a knock at the landing door.

What would you like to do now?

  1. Open the door
  2. Hide in the en suite
  3. Jump back into bed and pretend to sleep

Vote for what happens next on my Patron page before 11.30pm GMT tomorrow. The next update will be 8pm GMT on the 22nd of November.

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