The weekend is almost upon us and it’s time for another journey into the unknown. I’ve had feelers out all week trying to find somewhere really creepy and boy, have it found it. It’s a old manor house, but the problem is, it’s been cordoned off by the police. The official word is that the building is unsafe, but that’s just a story put out to keep the likes of us away. So far there have been three unexplained deaths in the house. All were men, tramps who had taken shelter there. I suppose their deaths could be put down to too much alcohol or exposure, but a man who lives locally and who acts as an unofficial caretaker, found all three and he told me he will never forget the look on their faces. According to him, they were scared to death. He showed me a way in. There’s a gap in the wiring that had come loose. He has a key to the gate, but he refused to part with it. He says he’ll deny knowing we were ever there, if anything happens. At least, he took the time to give me a guided tour, so I know the layout of the place. Be here, as usual at 9 tomorrow night. Remember, we don’t have permission, so have someone on standby to bail you out, if we’re caught.
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