WINDOW & RADIO

You creep up to the antique radio in front of the broken window. For a brief moment you think you hear a tune playing faintly from within, but it’s quickly drowned out by a chilling blast of wind from the hole in the window. There’s a partially burned piece of parchment on top of the radio.

GRAB THE PARCHMENT

PLAY WITH THE RADIO

The radio no longer appears to be working. You turn the dials, but nothing happens. You’re about to abandon the radio when it comes to life with a violent energy! The dials spin madly, jumping from station to station until landing on an unsettling tune.

LOOK OUT THE WINDOW

You edge up to the window and stick your face against the glass – peering outwards into the darkness. The storm has picked up, and nothing is visible past the heavy sheet of rain just outside. The window begins to fog up, and as you pull away a message appears:



“The bloodhound sniffs a trail gone cold,
Where fathers were in times of old.”