I’ve never been the one to leave a paper trail behind me, but since we have to report everything, then I guess I have to do this to.
After I got off the train to N.Y yesterday, I’ve been handcuffed, forced in to a car, and tossed in to a room with three others. Oddly enough they were there by they’re own free will. (By “they” I mean Simone St. Martin, Carl von Dexler, and Ingram Locke.) After a weird meeting, talking about ghosts, murderers and baboons, they gave me free stuff. Saying they trusted me and stuff.
Apparently we’re to go after this “Ripper”. A man/creature or something that rips people apart and eats them. It was agreed that we’d go to the police station first. Of personal reasons (such as lots of photographers, bacon and past history) I chose not to join them into that lions den. I rather visited my contact here in N.Y, Got myself a new set of picks, and I’ll get my story later today. When I got back to the pig pen, I waited in the car with a incredibly nice, polite and patient negro named Darren Cripps, who took us to the his favorite diner. While i was playing a small prank on Mr. Dexler by switching our pisols, the rest of the gang filled me in on what they’ve learned from the coppers. Apparently the bodie they investigated had been torn to shreds and half eaten. Only the head remained on the torsoe. The bitemarks was a mix of human and dog. not that they’ve shared a meal so to speak, but a human bitmarks with dog teeth.
After a quick visit to the Greenberg family mausoleum, we decided to talk to a few witnesses about the disturbance that have happened there. All they could tell us was that they’ve heard now growling noises from the cemetery one night when they passed by delivering a box. We decided that it was best to be prepared for every circumstance, so we took a quick trip back to the HQ for some special ammo. In this case silver bullets. The growling, human/dog bitemarks e.t.c got me thinking of a werewolf. Mr. Locke had a bunch of other suggestions to, like Vendigo, devil’s and such.
Mr. Dexler and myself got Ourselves locked in at the cemetery for the night, so we could let in Ms. St, Martin and Mr. Locke. after an uneventful wait, we decided to break in to the crypt, but needing the keys, we broke in to the house in search for the keys. But found nothing but a weird smelling fridge, a lot of meat cleavers, a dead butler in the fridge and a secret room in the basement with a few walking dead people.
Then we decided it was time to go home for the night. Now if you can excuse me I have some reading up to do.