Sean One The letter

  Sean 1 session one The Dancing goat pub 

The scene was set in the cozy ambiance of The Dancing Goat, where Samuel Baxter, Janet Auguste, and Negril Lonburg gathered around a table. Their attentive faces were illuminated by the warm glow of candles, and before them lay a stack of papers and books, a testament to their shared endeavors.

Janet, with weariness etched in the lines of her face, engaged in a discourse about her latest literary work. Her words flowed slowly, each sentence bearing the weight of her fatigue. The atmosphere was one of camaraderie and shared purpose, as they discussed the intricacies of Janet's book.

Amidst the intimate exchange, the pub's door swung open, ushering in the last remnants of the setting sun and a brisk autumn breeze. In the doorway stood a young messenger, his breath labored and his countenance marked by exhaustion. With a pointed finger, he sought out Samuel Baxter, the man he had been tasked to find.

With faltering steps, the messenger crossed the threshold and stumbled forward, his ragged breaths echoing in the pub's hushed air. His mission was clear: to deliver an urgent message that would disrupt the tranquility of their evening and set them on a new path, shrouded in mystery and intrigue.

He catches his breath and say "I have a message for you mister Baxter" leaning forward handing him a letter. Sam take the letter oping the waxed seal envelope after pull out a letter inside and begins reading

The letter reads

"Dearest Samuel,

I hope this letter finds you well, though I fear the words within may bring a chill to your heart. The Thulin estate, which we thought freed from the grasp of the supernatural, has once again fallen under the shadow of malevolent forces. A darkness looms, and I can no longer ignore the cries for help from those who reside there.

Janet, Negril, and yourself are the only individuals I trust to uncover the truth and put an end to this cursed cycle. Return to the Thulin estate with all haste. The fate of its inhabitants, as well as the very balance of the supernatural world, may depend on your efforts.

Meet me at the estate, and I shall provide you with all the details. Time is of the essence, my friend.

Yours in urgency, Stefan Johansson"

As Samuel finished reading the urgent message, a heavy silence fell over the table at The Dancing Goat. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on their shoulders, and the mysteries that had once been thought resolved now beckoned them back to the Thulin estate. Their journey into the unknown had begun anew.

As the night settled over the town, Samuel Baxter, Janet Auguste, and Negril Lonburg retreated to their respective accommodations, knowing that they would reconvene at The Dancing Goat and catch the morning train to Glasgow. Each of them had a sense of purpose, a mission that beckoned them back to the enigmatic Thulin estate.

Within their lodgings, they embarked on a night of research, poring over dusty tomes, documents, and manuscripts, seeking any information that might shed light on the dark history of the estate. The faint glow of lamplight bathed their faces in a warm, amber hue as they delved into the secrets hidden within the pages.

However, as the hours passed and the clock's hands crept toward midnight, Janet Auguste found herself drifting into an involuntary trance. The weight of the curse that had plagued her for so long began to bear down on her weary shoulders.

The Scene:

Janet sat at a small writing desk in her dimly lit room, surrounded by books and papers. Her eyes, already heavy with fatigue, grew distant as if she were staring into the abyss of another world. The pen in her hand hovered above a blank sheet of parchment, seemingly guided by an unseen force.

As the minutes ticked by, her hand began to move, tracing intricate patterns and symbols on the paper. Words flowed from her, not written by her conscious mind, but dictated by the curse that bound her. The room seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy as the ink spilled onto the parchment.

The words she wrote were not her own but rather a dark narrative, a tale of the Thulin estate, its haunted history, and the malevolent forces that lurked within. Janet's trance-like state allowed her to tap into the depths of her cursed knowledge, revealing secrets that had long been concealed.

Her friends, unaware of the supernatural struggle occurring within Janet's room, continued their research in their own quarters, each one determined to uncover the truth that awaited them at the Thulin estate.

Janet's writing continued into the night, driven by the curse that bound her to a destiny of both knowledge and torment. As her hand moved across the parchment, the curse's dark influence cast a long shadow over her, a shadow that would guide their actions in the days to come.