Harvest Moon, pt 41

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.

You can read through the archives 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

For a moment, you freeze. You just stop there, your mind going blank. You briefly forget who you are, where you are, and what you’re doing there. Maybe the grim truth of what you’ve found shocked you so profoundly that you thought it was Christmas. How silly: It’s obviously still Autumn.

Slowly everything comes filtering back. First you’re reminded of the car crash – the parallels are too convenient – and you work your way forward from there. It’s quite the convenient recap.

Yes: You were in a car accident. Your friend Nick, who was driving, left you alone and unconscious to get help and you haven’t seen him since. After waking up, you took the most obvious route and, leaving the car behind, found yourself in a large house in the arse end of nowhere.

You’ve only met one person so far. Or maybe you’ve met three. Your mind struggles somewhat to make sense of that. There’s a young woman called Violet, a housekeeper, who may not be all that young after all. After finding the only version of her who seems able to hold an actual, meaningful conversation in the attic, you discovered that she – and possibly others who you haven’t met yet – are some sort of hideous human-plant hybrids that live parasitically on the stolen lives of others. Some or maybe all of them are over 100 years old.

There’s the owner – ‘Mother’ – called Miss Dalton, Donna the cook, and Leon the gardener. 

You’ve made your way through this house in a somewhat haphazard fashion discovering clues towards the truth of what attic-bound Violet told you along the way: Studies full of pseudo-scientific equipment, libraries filled with botanical texts, a main bed whose mattress is a plot of soil, and a general air of eerie timelessness about the place.

There may be more out there for you to discover, but you also get the sense that time is against you. Attic-Violet mentioned that Nick is most likely going to be used in a ritual to prolong Miss Dalton’s life, the same that has been used over the last century on each of them multiple times. It’s going to happen at 6am this very morning; the last time you looked at a clock it was was half past three. After successfully getting access to the attic and talking with the Violet you found there, it must now be 4am. 

You have two hours to find out how to disrupt the ritual and find out where it’s happening if you want to save Nick.

With your mind now a little more settled, you consider your surroundings. You are on the first floor in the main bedroom and have just discovered the strange secret of the bed

You wrack your brain to settle on the best course of action. 

You remember that there was something in the library you hadn’t yet explored. You also haven’t been to the kitchen or found a way into the gardens. 

No time to waste. You know the lay of the land, so where would you like to go next?

  1. To the library to finish investigating the books
  2. 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 11th of January.

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