Xorth Tanovar's Journal
12 October, 1894 (Spite) [Permalink]
"Determination"
You find your way to the fourth door in the maze-like cellar by the usual method of following a servant's guiding candlelight. But finding the way to the fifth is as difficult as all the first four combined, and it's a rather impatient Rattus Faber that emerges from your pocket when you get there. But you remembered to bring snacks, and soon enough he's happy to get to work on the lock. His commentary is far more detailed than anyone could need, and it's a long time before he gets the lock open. But finally it swings back with a tortured shriek.
You hold your candle up. There is nothing in the room. Nothing living. But a sort of sack is flopping emptily on the floor by the door. It's shiny and puce. Maroon veins snake across the surface, and a caul of slimy white fat sits round it like a net. Protuberances reach towards the door like arms. But it's just an empty sack. You won't be able to stand this smell for long.