When I first was introduced to P.I.B. I was rather curious. After spending the last few years treating patients for simple coughs and the usual aches and pains from my home, I was ready for something more exciting. I thought a change would do me good, but now I somewhat question my judgement that day when I signed my contract.
Anyway, a day in the middle of February I found myself in a waiting room with four gentlemen and a dog. I must admit I thought it was rather odd that a man would want to carry around his lapdog,I just hope it doesn`t have fleas, dogs can be very unhygienic animals. They seemed very attached, and the furry thing trotted happily beside his owner when we were called in for our briefing and given our assignment by a rather odd fellow who struck me as surprisingly disorganized. I mean really, isn`t this a professional bureau? After a lot of «I`m afraid I can`t tell you that sir» we were given our first assignment: to seek out a certain Mr Merriweather, a patient at the Miskatonic hospital in Arkham.
I was offered a ride with a Mr. Fairlane which I accepted, but was rather shocked when he opened the trunk to his automobile and I saw large shotguns, dosen`t the P.I.B do any sort of background check, or some sort of test to determain the character of their agents? Anyway, that evening we found ourselves in Arkam, comfortably lodged with Mr Berglund, a professor at Arkham University. I must say, the university certainly isn`t stingy when it comes to providing comfortable accommodations for their staff, it was a beautiful home and very spacious for one man and his butler.
After being served breakfast, we headed off to the hospital, we were all eager to meet Mr. Merriweather and at the there we were quickly taken to the patients room.
I immediately noted the mans wax-like, sickly complexion and his hollow cheeks, he could not possibly weigh much more than 120 pounds. He was obviously having trouble breathing and constantly coughing up phlegm. I was tempted to ask the doctors about his condition and how they were treating his illness, but Mr Merriweather was between his coughing fits desperately trying to convey us a message. After he had sent out his weeping wife he gave us a small, very ordinary looking tin box before he fell into a severe coughing fit and died.
May his soul rest in peace.
Back in Mr. Berglunds library the boxed was opened and in it we found a journal, a key, a deed to a house and a small gold box. Professors Locke and Bobrikov were soon engulfed in the mysterious journal and the box while I noticed that the sneak Mr Fairlane had taken off with the deed to the house! Can the man be trusted, I must say I will be careful around him. Thankfully, he did come back, with the address to the house. We decided to go and have a look although professor Locke and
Bobrikov claimed to have drawn some very disturbing conclusions about the house and events that had taken place there. After Mr Locke warned me that we must be prepared for bite injures (!) I stocked up on morphine and antiseptics before heading off in Mr. Fairlanes automobile. Of course, I could have chosen to travel with Mr. Oddmore in his car Dorothy, but he strikes me as a slightly strange fellow with his rambling and obsession with his vehicle. Mr Bobrikov took me aside and inquired if I had anything to calm Mr Oddmore with, but I thought it would be unethical to start administering medication to a new acquaintance, especially someone I was going to have a professional relationship to.
The house was covered in symbols and inscriptions and the professors were soon studying their notes and scribbling down new ones. It was clear that someone was using the place as a dwelling (obviously a man, I won`t go into details) and when we opened the hatch to the cellar we found an old hobo who ran off.
Mr Bobrikov then decided to check the attic.The hatch was stuck and it took a little bit of an effort to open, and I wish the poor man had not continued trying. When he finally poped his head in to take a look around we heared a growl and the scratching of claws against the floorboards. Suddenly there was a scream from the poor man and he fell to the floor. Half his face was gone.
We had to act quickly. We carried the poor man outside and I patched him up the best I could before we set off to the hospital with the beast still chasing us. Hopefully the good doctors will be able to save what is left of his face.
I was not the least interested in going back to the house, however Mr. Locke claimed that if we performed a ritual at the strike of twelve we might be able to rid the house of the creature, so we decided to go back. The house was quiet when we started to preform the ritual, but it didn`t stay like that for long. Soon we could clearly hear the creature in the attic. I was frightened but I continued chanting as Mr. Locke had pointed out that it was of vital importance that the ritual was not interrupted. But then I started to hear a women outside begging for help and I was mortified by the thought that she might be in danger out there on her own. The woman sounded increasingly desperate and I begged Mr. Fairlane who I knew was armed to go out and help her. He refused and continued chanting. Then windows were broken and bloody hands where appearing in the broken frames.
It all became to much, I was overwhelmed with fear and ran out in utter panic into the forest. When I came to myself I was alone in the dark, unarmed and did not know if I had been followed. I had to get back to the group. I headed towards the house, but ran into what had been the hobo that we had seen earlier, but he had turned into a hideous abomination. I managed to get away from him and ran into the house and the moment I entered my fears disappeared. In the middle of the circle Mr. Locke had created was safety and love and total bliss. The creature stretched out his loving arms towards me and all I wanted to do was rush over and feel his embrace. Just when I was close to touching him I felt someone grab my shoulder and pull me back!
And then my memory went blank- I woke up later in a bed at Mr. Berglunds with bruises on my shoulder and feeling utterly exhausted, I will have to ask the others for a complete update on the nights events. But not now. Now I will sleep.