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
- 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 look towards the stairs to the ground floor, before turning into the main bedroom. You get the feeling there are a few more clues to be found up here before you can move on.
The bedroom is exactly as you left it: The air smells foisty and you wonder if there might be a mold problem. It wouldn’t be too surprising given the age of the place. It smells as though someone has tried to deal with the problem by overcompensating with perfume. It’s really quite unpleasant. With the benefit of further exploration, you think you recognise the smell: it’s particularly ripe soil.
The room itself, like so many others in this place, is large and is filled by large pieces of furniture. In the centre of the room is a huge four poster bed outlined in ornately-carved dark wood with a forest-green velvet canopy. It has been made. There are a couple of substantial wardrobes large enough to contain gaggle of hide and seekers, a fine-looking dressing table covered with archaic looking beauty items, an elegant silvered mirror, and a couple of standing lamps. These are turned on. There is also a small seating area comprised of a couple of plush armchairs and a reading table. A book is sitting there. The cover is well-worn, but it doesn’t look very important.
The chamber wouldn’t be out of place in a stately home. You’re almost surprised by the lack of a rope barrier preventing you from going too far. You get a giddy and almost naughty thrill from walking further into the bedroom. This is someone’s private space and you’re most definitely intruding on it. You cast a glance over your shoulder as you reach the bed and walk beyond.
The windows look out onto the gravel area at the front of the house and the driveway approach. If you stand on tiptoes, you can see the flickering headlights indicating the car wreck.
Finally, you turn your attention to the doors that lead out of this room. Including the door back onto the landing, there are three. All of them are openable. The door to the east leads to an en suite which is as large as any standard bathroom you’ve ever seen. You don’t think there’s anything useful in there. The door to the west leads to a study.
What would you like to do next?
- Investigate the dressing table?
- Investigate the bed?
- Go back onto the landing?
- Go into the study?
Vote for what happens next on my Patron page before 11.30pm GMT tomorrow. The next update will be 8pm GMT on the 19th of December.