Max_Writer
Lesser Servitor

Friday, April 27, 2012

(After playing the Call of Cthulhu scenario “Restless Dreams” Thursday with, Ken Woody, Stephen Turner, and Erik Huffine from 7:30 p.m. to 11 p.m.)

The rooms at the Pleasant River Hotel were small but clean. Each room had simple a double bed, dresser, single electric lamp, and small closet. There was a bathroom on the first and second floor of the hotel, at the end of each hall.

The four men went to their rooms that night. Thomas

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“Aw,” Alan said. “Aw jeeze.”

“How did we get here?” Alan asked.

“Yeah, I don’t think this is Rosewater Park, Alan,” Michael said.

“No,” Alan said.

They saw a figure walking around near the gravestones.

“Somebody down there,” Alan said.

“Yeah, maybe that was who was in the car in the lot,” Michael said.

“Great!” Vanderholdt said sarcastically.

“Do you think we took a wrong turn?”

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“Is ... that what I think it is?” Michael said, pointing at the smear in the road.

“Yeah,” Alan said.

Vanderholdt knelt next to the stain. He withdrew a pocketknife and scraped it. The substance flaked away and smelled of iron.

“Blood,” Vanderholdt said. “Lots of it.”

“My God,” Alan said.

“Whoever’s just been dragged through here ...” Vanderholdt said.

Michael just stared at the stain, his cigarette hanging,

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“Yeah,” Michael said. “Yeah. Okay.”

They continued west and found the next street was Neely Street. The building on the northeast corner of the street had a sign over the door that read “Neely’s.” Next to the door was a large glass window completely covered with newspapers on the inside. Alan looked around and then went to an automobile parked across Neely Street from the bar.

“I just want to ask, are we going into this place?” Vanderholdt said.

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“Hey, Vanderholdt, watch it, okay?” Michael said.

“I’m just warning him to be careful,” the man replied.

“You know what I see?” Michael said. “I see paper. I see paper. Yeah?”

Vanderholdt picked up a piece of paper.

“‘I’m going to write everything that I’ve learned so far,’” he read. “‘Maybe that will help you out somehow. If you’re reading this, it probably means I’m already dead.’”

Michael picked up a second piece

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