I returned to the archives today to find the device had been tampered with in the middle of night. The disembodied spirit of professor Zlotty could be heard whimpering in the humidor, making strange sucky noises between his sobbing, as though he was trying to remove imaginary bisque from thin air. The Dunwich Horror came huffing home in the early morning, rain-drenched and clutching in his indescribable appendages a crudely-drawn map, apparently leading to non-existent dumpsters at the city’s edge. Ms. Teahymn absorbed in a Chinese puzzle box of some sort… the sort which is not a puzzle box at all, but a fancy block of solid and non-moving wood made to look like a puzzle box. Really, I have no idea what must have gotten into the water around here – especially since really, none of them drink water at all, but somehow the device was tuned to a rather interesting new find when I arrived. I found there on the crystal screen, some amazing footage captured by some rather adventurous cinematographers. I do […]