Johnston stuffs the wallet inside his vest. Then, on a whim, reaches his hand into the mound of dirt at his feet. The soft earth parts to reveal a small brown leather pouch tied with black string, just below the surface. He fumbles with the little bag, then gets it to open. A metal object falls out.
Marco turns as he feels that nobody is following him
"Hey guys. What's the matter? Oh holy sh*t. What's that blood covered thing, Johnston? Is it....Is it a key? What is this key for? And why was it in the pouch, why was it even burried?"
After a while of silence Marco begins to speak again
" Ok. I think this key is useless now. Maybe it was used in the past, when the house still existed. Or maybe here is another house out in the woods. But this key can't have been lying here since the house was burnt. Because, as you remember, the house, or what is left of it, was complitely serached in 1994 and in 1995. And I don't think they didn't see the key. No, that is impossible."
Johnston fires three rounds into the darkened tunnel, then lowers his gun and looks over at his team. He has a look of frustrated panic in his eyes, but his gun hand does not waiver. He looks dangerous.
"Had just about enough of this haunted house bulls**t..." he growls. "Let's get this guy and get the hell outta this creepy-ass dungeon. We can take this maniac back dead or alive. I vote for dead..."
Johnston nearly trips over Marco as he rushes into the tunnel, weapon at the ready. He steps around the fallen agent and continues down the passage. After moving ten paces ahead he slowly steps backwards to where Marco has fallen. His eyes and his pistol never leave the black tunnel ahead of them.
"What happened? We heard a shot. Have you been hit?"
Marco does not appear to be physically injured. A spent bullet casing lies on the ground next to the agent; his weapon is still in his hand. It seems Marco missed whatever he was shooting at. Johnston turns him over onto his back and tries to get a response.
The tunnel continues on for another 100 yards. The team is well away from the house ruins now. Their progress is halted by a huge metal reinforced wooden door. This barrier fills the entire height and width of the passage. There is no knob, only a small keyhole. This door cannot be forced open or broken down. There are markings on the door in what looks like red paint. Odd symbols and runes.
"I dropped the key back in the basement. I'll have to go back and get it. Wait here..."
Johnston holsters his pistol and half-runs back the way they just came. The sound of his footsteps fades away in the distance.
Post by Erik de Maricourt on Aug 27, 2005 22:16:53 GMT -6
Erik watches Johnston fade into the darkness, then turns his attention to the door. His eyes scan the runes. They remind him of symbols he had seen in some of the occult-related criminology summer courses he had taken at Miskatonic University.
Johnston reaches the entrance room. He shines his flashlight on the hole they entered through and notes that it is now dark outside. There is a strong draft in the basement, a moaning breeze that is quite unsettling.
He moves the light beam to the floor and scans for the key. As he reaches down to retrieve it, the agent is struck from behind by something heavy. He tumbles to the dirt floor, his flashlight bouncing away to the far corner of the room. In a second his sidearm is drawn. With no light now, he can't see where his attacker is, but he'll hear him as soon as he moves.
"Come on, Patterson" he thinks. "Take a step or say something. And I'll empty this clip into your face..."