Harvest Moon, pt 33

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
  • Half a packet of mints
  • A pen
  • A fieldbook about common countryside plants
  • Nick’s mobile phone

You go up the attic stairs.

Knowing how dark it will be at the top, you ready your flashlight and click it on as you turn the twist in the ascent. 

In your blind fumble around this space earlier, you found nothing but dust and a wall and door splitting you off from the main portion of the attic. The lit flashlight offers little more beyond a better sense of dimension. The small room you’re in is the same size as the linen closet below.

The shallowest slope of the roof – where it meets the external walls – has been boxed off leaving a pentagonal cross section. This small chamber and – you suspect – the space beyond – will together resemble a long, wide corridor stretching the length of the house. It’s only when you get close to the room’s edges that you need to duck, otherwise you can stand upright.

It’s also sweltering up here; humid and too warm for comfort. The smallest effort it took to get up the stairs leaves you feeling sticky and uncomfortable. You open your coat and fan your face, only managing to push more of the wet air towards you. You stop when you realise that the effort is making you hotter.

Within nothing else to investigate, you walk up to the door and slip the keys from your pocket. As before, you pause and can hear sounds from the other side. It’s definitely breathing, rough and laboured, but breathing nonetheless.

You cycle through the keys trying each in turn on the door. Eventually you find one that slots into the lock. With a smooth twist, the lock clicks and the door opens silently away from you.

The breathing beyond catches, then stops completely.

What next?

  1. Go into the attic room
  2. Go back downstairs.

Vote for what happens next on my Patron page before 11.30pm GMT tomorrow. The next update will be 8pm GMT on the 7th of December.

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