The Continuing Adventures of Cthulhu Central: A Sacrifice
The house has taken a sacrifice.
Every other time, we could convince ourselves that it was bad luck, or carelessness. The Shaman had several game pieces--mere tokens, but of value to him--disappear. I had my favorite cutter, a ceramic mouse blade, commit suicide behind a heavy piece of furniture. The Iceman had mail go missing for several days the moment I removed it from protective seals.
These things happen.
But I witnessed--or did not witness--the last incident. Hurricane Man was toying with a small item, tossing it in the air as some are wont to do. At one point, he missed, and the metal token pinged once as it hit something firm...
And then silence.
We tore the living room apart. We searched all the way into the adjoining rooms. We even checked our pockets and the tops of our shoes. Nothing.
Cue Twilight Zone music.
The Wizard does not speak.
Every other time, we could convince ourselves that it was bad luck, or carelessness. The Shaman had several game pieces--mere tokens, but of value to him--disappear. I had my favorite cutter, a ceramic mouse blade, commit suicide behind a heavy piece of furniture. The Iceman had mail go missing for several days the moment I removed it from protective seals.
These things happen.
But I witnessed--or did not witness--the last incident. Hurricane Man was toying with a small item, tossing it in the air as some are wont to do. At one point, he missed, and the metal token pinged once as it hit something firm...
And then silence.
We tore the living room apart. We searched all the way into the adjoining rooms. We even checked our pockets and the tops of our shoes. Nothing.
Cue Twilight Zone music.
The Wizard does not speak.