Last time we left them, Seamus and Burney were ensnared by the slimy tentacles and Chaz had the brilliant idea to pour salt across the opening of the fireplace. As the two struggled to free themselves, the tentacles were taking damage due to the salt. Seamus broke out of the thing's grasp while the other tentacle, finding Burney momentarily weakened, forced itself down his throat and began expanding inside of him, drowning him and trying to crush his organs from the inside out. Chaz tried to bring the THUNDER, but failed miserably.
Eventually Burney was able to free himself, but he had to take time to retch and to get the thing out of him. Burney's into that kind of thing.
The salt took it's toll on the tentacles and they dropped onto the floor in a puddle of ooze. Having created a safe(r) haven for themselves, Seamus attempted to use his knowledge of firearms and mechanical repair to create shotgun shells full of salt. Unfortunately, he was only able to create two salt-filled shells.
Seeing no other option than escape, they fashioned a long rope from the bedsheets in the room, and were able to climb out and into the backyard. At which point Burney started looking around and wondering if there were windows on the ground floor.
Me, as Keeper: Yes, there are windows. ARE YOU LOOKING AT THE WINDOWS?
John S. aka Burney: .....
Me: ROLL FOR SANITY
He rolled, and he failed his Sanity check spectacularly. I believe it was somewhere in the 90s.
Me: You failed? Ok, roll a D20.
Morgan: What? A D20?
Me: Did you see the picture? That thing is messed up!
As John prepared to roll the D20, pure giddiness ran through my body as the anticipation of wreaking mental havoc was building. And then he rolled a 1. My jaw dropped.
Me: You are one lucky bastard. You lose 1 point in SAN.
Seamus wisely decided to look away from the house. But as Burney saw it, it saw Burney and was preparing to attack. The guys ran all the way to the front gate. Seamus shot the lock off the gate and they all piled into his car and drove straight into town.
Remembering that Cornthwaite had ordered a truck full of salt, they went to the Dodge lawyers to see if they could fulfill that order. Walter Dodge was a bit incredulous, but Seamus was able to persuade him to send the order through. Chaz stopped by the Sheriff's office to let them know about Seb Watkin's horse and to ask if there were any other law enforcement groups and if their uniforms were blue. "Nope," the Sheriff replied, "everyone here wears tan, just like me."
Knowing the salt truck would take a few days, they stopped at the library to find information about soldiers in blue uniforms. The librarian, Mrs. Susan Artwell then told them the story of John Fitzgerald, who fought for the Union and was shot in the head during the war. He survived but came back wrong in the head. He then murdered his family before killing himself. Thus began the Fitzgerald Manse curse.
Within a few days the truck arrived, and the three drove it up to Fitzgerald Manse. Seamus stayed up front, just in case, while Burney drove the truck to the entrance of the cellar. Chaz threw open the doors and was greeted by the monstrosity. Before it could react, Chaz took a blurry photo for proof and then opened up the truck, releasing a deluge of salt onto the thing.
The effects of the salt were almost immediate. The thing's death throes began to shake the house at it's very foundation. The walls began to bulge, causing large cracks to appear as windows shat teed and glass flew everywhere. Chaz had a few scrapes as he jumped into the truck with Burney and they sped away. In the end, the house collapsed onto itself, leaving a plume of salt and dust in the air.
This house is clean.
And tomorrow, the effects of them demolishing the house they were told not to demolish.
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