Harvest Moon, pt 27

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

After pulling on your shoes, you rise and open the bedroom door. 

The person on the other side is a young woman. She’s short and slight – skinny, even – and wearing an old fashioned maid’s outfit. At her left hip sits a large ring filled with keys. Lank brown hair frames a pale face from which large watery eyes stare back at you. Her irises are the lightest blue you’ve ever seen and – oh hang on, it’s just Violet.

Something feels off about her, however. You can’t quite put your finger on what.

Over one forearm is draped some clean towels.

“Hello,” she says to interrupt your inspection. “My name is Violet. I’m the housekeeper.”

You start to greet her when when takes a step towards you with such abruptness that you drop back out of surprise. She pushes past you and places the towels upon a little round table by the ensuite door. 

You can only watch in a somewhat dissociative trance as she sets about making the bed. Her movements are certain and strong. You feel like you’re watching a master at work. When she has restored the bed to catalogue-perfection, she casts an appraising eye around the room. Evidently finding nothing else that demands her attention, she walks back to the door and finally stops with the landing at her back.

“Is there anything else I may help you with?” she asks.

You are caught off guard. You hadn’t asked her to bring you anything or make the bed and her tone makes you feel like an inconvenience. 

You struggle to find words.

What would you like to say?

  1. “How did I get up here?”
  2. “Are you alright?”
  3. “Can I get something to eat?”
  4. “Nice keys. Can I borrow them?”
  5. “No, but thank you anyway.”

Vote for what happens next on my Patron page before 11.30pm GMT tomorrow. The next update will be 8pm GMT on the 24th of November.

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