Fuller tried the roll-top and it closed and opened easily with a rattle. He remembered that Atkinson said he had put some books and manuscripts in the house. He wondered why they were not in the study and looked over the books in the bookshelf but didn’t see anything like what Atkinson had described. Examining the ledgers proved them simple accounting books. However, the 1915 book, which lay by itself, showed a change in mortgage payments and an influx of money, as if the owner ...
“I am very eager for the morning to get here,” he said. “Needless to say. The stories we’ve heard and what happened to McAfee. There are a couple of notes inside the house itself that are disturbing. Someone’s been in since the last time because we were told they boarded it up after it was broken, but the board was already off. Someone has already come in.” “That’s remarkable because, when I was coming here, it felt like someone was watching me,” Nurse Brannigan said. ...
The house was eerily quiet and Fuller asked if they wanted to go to the basement. McAfee led the way down the stone stairs, a lantern in one hand and his revolver in the other. Nurse Brannigan followed him while Fuller brought up the rear with another lantern and his own gun. In the basement below, an iron furnace stood in one corner, a duct going up to the ceiling above and a pipe connecting it with the chimney. The hatch in the front of the device was open. A door stood ajar ...
Monday, November 14, 2011 (After playing the Call of Cthulhu scenario “Return to Yellow Buck Mountain” Friday at MACE 2011 in high Point with Ian, Erica, Matt, Alicia, Sean, and Josh from 8 p.m. to 12:40 a.m.) In the summer of 1927, columnist William Madison received a letter from his associate, Alex Talbot, a private investigator who also lived in the Boston area. It read: 31 Cooper Street Boston, Massachusetts June 13, 1927 ...
“Has there been anything new, do you know? From when you initially sent him the information?” “No. Just rumors. The sheriff said he was going to look into it but, other than that, there hasn’t been anything.” “And the sheriff contact we should meet down there?” “Well, the sheriff’s here in Lenoir. This is the county seat.” “Gotcha!” “The sheriff is F.T. Sherrill.” “Would you mind giving us directions to ...
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