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Part 3
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The Story So Far
Not for the first time fourteen-year-old Nigel Briggs felt out of place. Since entering Professor Ashcroft’s, employment as his apprentice it was becoming a recurring theme. Tonight, he stood beside the mantlepiece in the large parlour of the stately home enjoying the warmth of the fire against his back. He scanned the paintings adorning the walls, rather than watching the groups of distinguished men sat deep in discussion. Professor Ashcroft was across the other side of the room, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, deep in conversation with an elderly bearded man.
Nigel sighed. This was certainly the most boring party he had ever attended. Their host hadn’t even appeared. Instead, he had left his guests, some of the most prominent minds in British science, to amuse themselves. Feeling the need to stretch his legs Nigel left the room. He wandered the hall looking at the paintings. In the dim candlelight he had to squint to make out the finer details in the portraits of family members, biblical and mythical scenes and in one room paintings of black wolf like dogs. He passed pockets of men in small groups so absorbed in their conversation they stood in the middle of the corridors oblivious to his presence. In another large parlour with red walls and furnishings to match he found the wives and mistresses gathered. Feeling even more uncomfortable than with the men he hastily backed out of the room. He passed servants carrying silver trays with food and drink hurrying between the rooms.
He looked down at his pocket watch. Only an hour has passed since their arrival. He wished the Professor had left him at home. He had not wanted to attend, but the Professor had insisted. Their host, a recluse but with a reputation for being a genius in the field of Chemistry, was going to announce a mysterious and in their host’s own words, a monumental discovery that would change the way humanity viewed the world. As some of the world’s best minds would be in attendance the Professor had said it would be an opportunity for Nigel to learn something. However, as expected Nigel had been abandoned to look after himself. He now wandered the corridor ignored and bored. He headed towards the dinning room. At least there was a free buffet.
The room was empty, apart from the large table big enough to sit thirty filled with platters or food. Nigel wandered the length of the table plucking morsels of sliced meats, cheeses and pastry’s as he passed. Nibbling on a pickle and ham tart he stopped by the fireplace. Above the mantel was a painting of a muscular naked man brandishing a flaming torch as he climbed out of a dark hole.
“Prometheus,” said a voice beside him.
Startled Nigel turned to find a girl of a similar age to himself. She was dressed in a dark green ball gown and her brown hair was pulled into a fashionable bun. From her attire she wasn’t a servant, but she was far too young to be a wife or mistress.
“Prometheus?” he repeated his mind preoccupied puzzling over the girl’s identity.
“In Greek myth he stole fire from the underworld and gave it to humanity,” the girl said. She smiled at him, whether it was condescending or not, he was not sure. “It is my father’s favourite myth. He wonders what other secrets of the gods can be stolen from them.”
“Your father?”
“Do you just ask questions? My father is your host. He has invited you all here to show off his latest discovery. Most of his guest are boorish old men and then there is you. At first I thought you must be a servant.”
Nigel shook his head. She hadn’t been the only one. On several occasions one of the guests had forced an empty glass into his hand with the expectation that he would replenish their drink.
“Then I thought you must be some sort of child prodigy, but I think I may be mistaken on that too. So why are you here?”
“I’m Professor Ashcroft’s apprentice. He has insisted that I accompany him so that I might learn something.”
“Well you have learned about Greek mythology, so he was right,” she held out her hand. “Eve Crosse.”
“Nigel Briggs. Do you know what your father’s discovery is?”
She gave a bitter laugh. “It is a closely guarded secret. My father keeps to himself. So much so, that I have not seen him in four years and three months. My mother and I live with my grandparents. Considering we have not spoken to Father in such a long time he still sent us an invitation for tonight. Strange don’t you think?”
Nigel shrugged. “He is obviously proud of his discovery and wants you and your mother there to witness that your sacrifice was worth it.”
“You really do not know my father, but then who does? Did you know that the local villagers believe he is in league with the devil? That he is carrying out inhuman experiments into the occult? That he may have opened a portal to hell?”
A shiver crept down Nigel’s spine. He could not have a night away without tales of the supernatural raising its ugly head. Eve continued not noticing his discomfort,
“If I told the other guests here, they would say the superstitious locals just don’t understand the marvels of modern science. That there is nothing that cannot be explained by rational logical thinking.”
“That sounds familiar.” He had heard those words hundreds of times from Professor Ashcroft.
“But what if science cannot explain it? My father is due to make his announcement at 8 o’clock. I suppose we will then find out who is right…”
Part 2
“It sounds like you agree with the villagers,” Nigel said. “You don’t honestly believe your father is involved with the occult?”
“All I know is there are two sides to a coin. I have not seen my father since I was ten and before then it was only for fleeting moments. He had no time for Mother and I when we lived here. That is why she took me to live with my grandparents.”
“Yet you came back tonight. Why is that?”
She frowned. “You think yourself quite the detective.”
“Sorry a matter of habit. My apprenticeship to Professor Ashcroft involves explaining the supernatural.”
“You investigate ghosts?”
“Amongst other things,” he said deliberately vague. She would not believe half the things he had seen. He also did not want to talk about it, wanting to forget the things that had terrified him. “It’s rather dull and you wouldn’t be interested.”
“You might not want to talk about it, but I don’t mind telling you why Mother and I came tonight. Afterall, it is nice to talk to somebody, even if it is an interrogation. In the room with all the ladies I was just ignored or berated by Mother for not sitting properly. I had to escape”
Nigel knew the feeling all too well.
“Anyway. Even though Mother cannot stand the sight of Father she insisted that we came tonight. Afterall he did invite us and it was the first time we had heard from him since leaving. I did not want to come but Mother insisted. She wants me to meet Father again. Something about it being important to know where I have come from.”
She tilted her head to one side as if caught by a sudden thought. She looked over his shoulder. Nigel followed her gaze to the Grandfather clock. It was just short of half seven.
“Shall we go look at my old room? I would love to see it. I want to know if it is the same as I remember. We have half an hour before Father’s great announcement. I won’t be missed and neither will you if you are able to stand here staring at paintings.”
Nigel followed Eve out of the dining room and into entrance the lobby. A lone footman stood at the bottom of the curved stairs. The open door opposite revealed a library with more gentlemen gathered. As they approached the stairs the footman stepped in front of them.
“Nobody is allowed up there.”
“This is my Father’s house. I just want to have a look at my bedroom.”
He looked at Nigel behind her, then putting two and two together and reaching seven he gave them a knowing wink.
“Sorry. I still can’t let you go up there. It is not worth my job. I’m under strict orders not to let anyone up there.”
Eve turned and headed off towards the library. Nigel followed in her wake.
“Eve, where are we going?”
“There is more than one way to get upstairs and if I remember correctly… yes there it is.”
Ahead of them a servant carrying a tray emerged from a small side door in the corner of the library. The door had been left open, but if closed the door had been disguised to look like part of a bookcase with spines of false books. As they crossed the library another servant with an empty tray went through the door. Without hesitating Eve darted through the false door. Nigel took a quick glance behind him, the men were too busy talking amongst themselves to notice, then followed her through to find a narrow staircase. On the stairs below, the servant was heading down to the kitchens to replenish her tray. Another set of stairs headed upwards to the dark rooms above. On the third step was an unlit lantern, put aside as if required.
“Look Eve I don’t think we should go wandering around,” Nigel said as she picked up the lantern.
“It will take us ten minutes at the most. I just want a quick look and then we come right back here.” She lit the lantern and then without waiting for him to protest further headed upwards.
“Why me?” he muttered under his breath and then followed. He has misgivings about walking around the hall at night. Not just because it was off limits, but because of the local rumours. If there was the smallest chance there was any truth to them, then this was the height of foolishness. He had had enough encounters with the supernatural to know it wasn’t a wise idea to go wandering round dark creepy building.
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Option 1
The step creaked beneath his feet. Nigel let out a small gasp. Eve stopped a few steps above him and looked down.
“I tripped on a step,” he said.
Shaking her head, she turned away. Nigel hurried up the curving staircase after her. He had to keep close to the wall. The spiralling steps were thin in the centre and he feared missing a step in the dark. Eve stopped on a small landing on the second floor with a closed door concealing the staircase from view. The stairs continued to twist upwards towards the attic, where the servant’s rooms would be.
“Did you hear that?” she whispered looking up at the ceiling above.
“I didn’t hear a thing.”
“It sounded like footprints.”
“So? Somebody must be up there.”
Biting her bottom lip, she frowned. “Nobody should be. My father has no servants. They are all hired in for the night. As far as I know, he lives alone with his manservant Fletcher. You heard the man at the bottom of the main stairs, upstairs is entirely off bounds.”
“It is probably somebody like us – going somewhere they shouldn’t be.” He turned to the staircase. “Perhaps we had better go back downstairs.”
Eve shook her head. “Not until I looked at my old room. Besides you never heard the footsteps. I must have imagined the whole thing.”
She pushed against the door. It wouldn’t budge.
“Can you help?”
Nigel pressed his back against the door. Creaking the door opened, the rusty hinges squealing with protest. The door hadn’t been opened in years. After stepping through the door, he pushed it closed behind them. They weren’t supposed to be here and if anybody saw their lantern light, they would be caught trespassing.
Eve led the way along the corridor. The air was musty. Dust covered the floor only broken up by mouse trails. Spider webs hung like gothic bunting off pictures and a grandfather clock, with its hands frozen at a minute past midnight, stood like a sentry.
Eve stopped at each door, some opened easier than others, to shine her lantern into the rooms. Apart from dust, spider webs and moth-eaten linen, the furnished rooms looked recently abandoned. The furniture and beds remained in place, in one room even a hairbrush remained on the dressing table. It was almost as if somebody had shut the door and forgotten the rooms existed for five years.
Towards the middle of the house, Eve found the room she had been looking for, a children’s nursery. There was a sadness about the room that Nigel had not felt in the other rooms. The lantern light reflected in the glass eyes of the bears and dolls on the shelves, and the rocking horse showing its teeth as it bayed all looked forlorn at being forgotten about. He knew they were inanimate objects, but he could not help personifying them. Eve looked at her childhood friends with a glimmer in her eye. These were the possessions she had left behind when she had moved out and leaving the younger years of her childhood behind. She passed Nigel the lantern and moved around the room picking up objects and looking at them. Nigel waited patiently by the door.
She lowered a doll back on to its shelf and turned to him. “Let’s go ba…”
Footprints thudded from the floor above. It sounded like somebody in heavy boots running through the attic. They both looked up. The sound vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.
Without a word they went back out into the corridor. Nigel stopped in midstride as the lantern light faintly revealed the door at the end of the corridor. The door he had closed swung open. The hinges had been too stiff for the door to swing open on its own. Somebody or something had opened it after them…
Option 2
Keeping in the soft glow of the light from Eve’s lantern, Nigel followed her up the stairs and on to the second-floor corridor. It was a long thin corridor with pictures lining the walls. A long rug covered the floorboards muffling their feet.
“Do you know where we are going?” Nigel asked as they walked past closed doors.
“Yes, it is just down here.” She reached for a door handle. “I think it is this one.”
The door opened with a soft click. She pushed it open to reveal a bedroom dominated by a large four poster bed. In the faint light the dark walls and matching linen were dark crimson, he expected in normal light they would be red.
“Wrong room,” Eve said. “It must be the next one. It has been five years since the last time I was in this house.”
She began to turn away taking the lantern light with her.
“Wait,” Nigel called out. A small movement on the floorboards at the foot of the bed had caught his eye. She turned back to him frowning, but he wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were fixed on the floorboards. There was nothing there.
“What are you looking at?”
“I thought I saw something. A small creature. It’s gone now.”
“Probably was a mouse. It is almost impossible to keep them out of a house like this,” she said. “Come on I want to look at my room.”
“Can I borrow your lantern for a second?” he asked holding out his hand.
“It was just a mouse,” she said exasperated.
“It didn’t look like any mouse I have ever seen before. I just want a quick look to see if it is still there.”
Reluctantly she passed him the lantern. Nigel adjusted the shutters, so the bulk of light was focused forward then approached the bed. He rested a hand on the spring mattress and lowered himself to the floor to peer beneath. Something shimmed at the back of the bed reflecting the light back at him. He frowned. It looked like a small ball covered in tiny mirrors.
“Do you see anything?” Eve asked impatiently from the door.
He didn’t answer. He lowered himself on to his stomach. Reaching under the bed he stretched his hand towards the mysterious object.
It began to move!
He withdrew his arm as quick as if he had put it into a fire. He had nearly touched the thing. Wide eyed he watched at the object unfurled itself into some sort of mouse sized creature. Its rear legs were slightly larger than its forelegs. It had a small stubby tail, a short stocky head, and no noticeable ears. The strangest thing about the creature was its mirror like scales that reflected the light. It looked as if the creature was made from crystal.
Disturbed the creature scurried away. It fled along the wall. Nigel jumped to his feet. He darted around the side of the bed, hoping to catch once last glance at the creature.
There was no trace of it. The creature was gone.
“Did you find anything?” Eve asked from the door.
Lost for words he stared back at her dumbly. He had just seen a creature unknown to science. A creature that did not fit into any known genus. Not just a new species but whole new branch of life…
Option 3
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Nigel muttered under his breath as he followed Eve up the stairs. What was he thinking? He had only met the girl a few minutes ago and now he was following her as she acted upon a whim. If he had any sense he should turn around and go back to standing by the fire. Being bored was better than ending up in trouble.
“Where is your sense of adventure?” Eve whispered back. He had not thought she had heard him. “If you’re scared why don’t you stay here. I will go on my own.”
“I’m not scared. I just don’t we should be trespassing.”
“It’s not trespassing if it is your own home.”
Nigel held his tongue. He did not think it would do him any favours to remind her that this was no longer her home.
At the top of the stair Eve opened a door revealing a long corridor. Nigel pushed the door closed behind them, before following her along the corridor. It was not very homely. The walls were bare along with the floorboards. Unlike the noticeable opulence in the floor below everything had been stripped from the upper floor. The lantern light even showed faded patches where pictures had once hung.
“This is not how I remember it,” Eve said. “It is empty. Where is everything? There used to be a grandfather clock here.”
“Perhaps your father put it in storage. Do you know which room used to be yours?”
“I think it is this one,” she said stopping outside a door no different from any other along the corridor. She turned the handle and pushed open the door. “What has happened to my room?”
Nigel stepped past her to see what she meant. They were looking into not one small bedroom but a massive chamber that ran the whole length of the upper floor of the house. The walls separating the rooms had been replaced with the occasional pillar supporting the roof of the house. The ceiling had been also removed along with the attic rooms to allow space for the tall machines that filled the room.
“Looks like your father wanted space for his lab.” Nigel said. There was a candle holder on nearby bench. Lighting the candle, he explored the room. Curious he walked amongst the machines trying to figure out their purpose. Large metal cables suspended from the room ran round the room seeming to originate from a large metal drum that looked as if it could spin. At the back of the drum a large belt ran down through the floor. He suspected he would find an engine that powered the belt in the room below. He passed work benches with beakers and vials arranged in neat rows, cabinets full of liquids and powders, and a large gas burner.
“Nigel, come and look at this?”
He hurried over to where Eve stood in front of a large, curved arch positioned inside a tray full of dark liquid. The heavy cables running through the room were attached to the top of the arch. The arch was a few inches in diameter. Metal wires ran around its frame and down into the liquid. He circled the arch until he was looking back through it at Eve on the other side.
“What do you think it is?” Eve asked.
“I have no idea. I have never seen anything like this before. I guess it has something to do with your father’s discovery.”
He knelt down to take a closer look at the liquid in the tray.
“Don’t touch that!” a man bellowed.
Nigel nearly dropped his candle in fright. He looked up to find out who had found them trespassing….
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Part 3
This is the third part of the interactive novel – a short story with a set of three options at the end of every installment. To take part read the three options then vote for your favorite to decide what happens
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The Story So Far
Not for the first time fourteen-year-old Nigel Briggs felt out of place. Since entering Professor Ashcroft’s, employment as his apprentice it was becoming a recurring theme. Tonight, he stood beside the mantlepiece in the large parlour of the stately home enjoying the warmth of the fire against his back. He scanned the paintings adorning the walls, rather than watching the groups of distinguished men sat deep in discussion. Professor Ashcroft was across the other side of the room, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, deep in conversation with an elderly bearded man.
Nigel sighed. This was certainly the most boring party he had ever attended. Their host hadn’t even appeared. Instead, he had left his guests, some of the most prominent minds in British science, to amuse themselves. Feeling the need to stretch his legs Nigel left the room. He wandered the hall looking at the paintings. In the dim candlelight he had to squint to make out the finer details in the portraits of family members, biblical and mythical scenes and in one room paintings of black wolf like dogs. He passed pockets of men in small groups so absorbed in their conversation they stood in the middle of the corridors oblivious to his presence. In another large parlour with red walls and furnishings to match he found the wives and mistresses gathered. Feeling even more uncomfortable than with the men he hastily backed out of the room. He passed servants carrying silver trays with food and drink hurrying between the rooms.
He looked down at his pocket watch. Only an hour has passed since their arrival. He wished the Professor had left him at home. He had not wanted to attend, but the Professor had insisted. Their host, a recluse but with a reputation for being a genius in the field of Chemistry, was going to announce a mysterious and in their host’s own words, a monumental discovery that would change the way humanity viewed the world. As some of the world’s best minds would be in attendance the Professor had said it would be an opportunity for Nigel to learn something. However, as expected Nigel had been abandoned to look after himself. He now wandered the corridor ignored and bored. He headed towards the dinning room. At least there was a free buffet.
The room was empty, apart from the large table big enough to sit thirty filled with platters or food. Nigel wandered the length of the table plucking morsels of sliced meats, cheeses and pastry’s as he passed. Nibbling on a pickle and ham tart he stopped by the fireplace. Above the mantel was a painting of a muscular naked man brandishing a flaming torch as he climbed out of a dark hole.
“Prometheus,” said a voice beside him.
Startled Nigel turned to find a girl of a similar age to himself. She was dressed in a dark green ball gown and her brown hair was pulled into a fashionable bun. From her attire she wasn’t a servant, but she was far too young to be a wife or mistress.
“Prometheus?” he repeated his mind preoccupied puzzling over the girl’s identity.
“In Greek myth he stole fire from the underworld and gave it to humanity,” the girl said. She smiled at him, whether it was condescending or not, he was not sure. “It is my father’s favourite myth. He wonders what other secrets of the gods can be stolen from them.”
“Your father?”
“Do you just ask questions? My father is your host. He has invited you all here to show off his latest discovery. Most of his guest are boorish old men and then there is you. At first I thought you must be a servant.”
Nigel shook his head. She hadn’t been the only one. On several occasions one of the guests had forced an empty glass into his hand with the expectation that he would replenish their drink.
“Then I thought you must be some sort of child prodigy, but I think I may be mistaken on that too. So why are you here?”
“I’m Professor Ashcroft’s apprentice. He has insisted that I accompany him so that I might learn something.”
“Well you have learned about Greek mythology, so he was right,” she held out her hand. “Eve Crosse.”
“Nigel Briggs. Do you know what your father’s discovery is?”
She gave a bitter laugh. “It is a closely guarded secret. My father keeps to himself. So much so, that I have not seen him in four years and three months. My mother and I live with my grandparents. Considering we have not spoken to Father in such a long time he still sent us an invitation for tonight. Strange don’t you think?”
Nigel shrugged. “He is obviously proud of his discovery and wants you and your mother there to witness that your sacrifice was worth it.”
“You really do not know my father, but then who does? Did you know that the local villagers believe he is in league with the devil? That he is carrying out inhuman experiments into the occult? That he may have opened a portal to hell?”
A shiver crept down Nigel’s spine. He could not have a night away without tales of the supernatural raising its ugly head. Eve continued not noticing his discomfort,
“If I told the other guests here, they would say the superstitious locals just don’t understand the marvels of modern science. That there is nothing that cannot be explained by rational logical thinking.”
“That sounds familiar.” He had heard those words hundreds of times from Professor Ashcroft.
“But what if science cannot explain it? My father is due to make his announcement at 8 o’clock. I suppose we will then find out who is right…”
Part 2
“It sounds like you agree with the villagers,” Nigel said. “You don’t honestly believe your father is involved with the occult?”
“All I know is there are two sides to a coin. I have not seen my father since I was ten and before then it was only for fleeting moments. He had no time for Mother and I when we lived here. That is why she took me to live with my grandparents.”
“Yet you came back tonight. Why is that?”
She frowned. “You think yourself quite the detective.”
“Sorry a matter of habit. My apprenticeship to Professor Ashcroft involves explaining the supernatural.”
“You investigate ghosts?”
“Amongst other things,” he said deliberately vague. She would not believe half the things he had seen. He also did not want to talk about it, wanting to forget the things that had terrified him. “It’s rather dull and you wouldn’t be interested.”
“You might not want to talk about it, but I don’t mind telling you why Mother and I came tonight. Afterall, it is nice to talk to somebody, even if it is an interrogation. In the room with all the ladies I was just ignored or berated by Mother for not sitting properly. I had to escape”
Nigel knew the feeling all too well.
“Anyway. Even though Mother cannot stand the sight of Father she insisted that we came tonight. Afterall he did invite us and it was the first time we had heard from him since leaving. I did not want to come but Mother insisted. She wants me to meet Father again. Something about it being important to know where I have come from.”
She tilted her head to one side as if caught by a sudden thought. She looked over his shoulder. Nigel followed her gaze to the Grandfather clock. It was just short of half seven.
“Shall we go look at my old room? I would love to see it. I want to know if it is the same as I remember. We have half an hour before Father’s great announcement. I won’t be missed and neither will you if you are able to stand here staring at paintings.”
Nigel followed Eve out of the dining room and into entrance the lobby. A lone footman stood at the bottom of the curved stairs. The open door opposite revealed a library with more gentlemen gathered. As they approached the stairs the footman stepped in front of them.
“Nobody is allowed up there.”
“This is my Father’s house. I just want to have a look at my bedroom.”
He looked at Nigel behind her, then putting two and two together and reaching seven he gave them a knowing wink.
“Sorry. I still can’t let you go up there. It is not worth my job. I’m under strict orders not to let anyone up there.”
Eve turned and headed off towards the library. Nigel followed in her wake.
“Eve, where are we going?”
“There is more than one way to get upstairs and if I remember correctly… yes there it is.”
Ahead of them a servant carrying a tray emerged from a small side door in the corner of the library. The door had been left open, but if closed the door had been disguised to look like part of a bookcase with spines of false books. As they crossed the library another servant with an empty tray went through the door. Without hesitating Eve darted through the false door. Nigel took a quick glance behind him, the men were too busy talking amongst themselves to notice, then followed her through to find a narrow staircase. On the stairs below, the servant was heading down to the kitchens to replenish her tray. Another set of stairs headed upwards to the dark rooms above. On the third step was an unlit lantern, put aside as if required.
“Look Eve I don’t think we should go wandering around,” Nigel said as she picked up the lantern.
“It will take us ten minutes at the most. I just want a quick look and then we come right back here.” She lit the lantern and then without waiting for him to protest further headed upwards.
“Why me?” he muttered under his breath and then followed. He has misgivings about walking around the hall at night. Not just because it was off limits, but because of the local rumours. If there was the smallest chance there was any truth to them, then this was the height of foolishness. He had had enough encounters with the supernatural to know it wasn’t a wise idea to go wandering round dark creepy building.
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Option 1
The step creaked beneath his feet. Nigel let out a small gasp. Eve stopped a few steps above him and looked down.
“I tripped on a step,” he said.
Shaking her head, she turned away. Nigel hurried up the curving staircase after her. He had to keep close to the wall. The spiralling steps were thin in the centre and he feared missing a step in the dark. Eve stopped on a small landing on the second floor with a closed door concealing the staircase from view. The stairs continued to twist upwards towards the attic, where the servant’s rooms would be.
“Did you hear that?” she whispered looking up at the ceiling above.
“I didn’t hear a thing.”
“It sounded like footprints.”
“So? Somebody must be up there.”
Biting her bottom lip, she frowned. “Nobody should be. My father has no servants. They are all hired in for the night. As far as I know, he lives alone with his manservant Fletcher. You heard the man at the bottom of the main stairs, upstairs is entirely off bounds.”
“It is probably somebody like us – going somewhere they shouldn’t be.” He turned to the staircase. “Perhaps we had better go back downstairs.”
Eve shook her head. “Not until I looked at my old room. Besides you never heard the footsteps. I must have imagined the whole thing.”
She pushed against the door. It wouldn’t budge.
“Can you help?”
Nigel pressed his back against the door. Creaking the door opened, the rusty hinges squealing with protest. The door hadn’t been opened in years. After stepping through the door, he pushed it closed behind them. They weren’t supposed to be here and if anybody saw their lantern light, they would be caught trespassing.
Eve led the way along the corridor. The air was musty. Dust covered the floor only broken up by mouse trails. Spider webs hung like gothic bunting off pictures and a grandfather clock, with its hands frozen at a minute past midnight, stood like a sentry.
Eve stopped at each door, some opened easier than others, to shine her lantern into the rooms. Apart from dust, spider webs and moth-eaten linen, the furnished rooms looked recently abandoned. The furniture and beds remained in place, in one room even a hairbrush remained on the dressing table. It was almost as if somebody had shut the door and forgotten the rooms existed for five years.
Towards the middle of the house, Eve found the room she had been looking for, a children’s nursery. There was a sadness about the room that Nigel had not felt in the other rooms. The lantern light reflected in the glass eyes of the bears and dolls on the shelves, and the rocking horse showing its teeth as it bayed all looked forlorn at being forgotten about. He knew they were inanimate objects, but he could not help personifying them. Eve looked at her childhood friends with a glimmer in her eye. These were the possessions she had left behind when she had moved out and leaving the younger years of her childhood behind. She passed Nigel the lantern and moved around the room picking up objects and looking at them. Nigel waited patiently by the door.
She lowered a doll back on to its shelf and turned to him. “Let’s go ba…”
Footprints thudded from the floor above. It sounded like somebody in heavy boots running through the attic. They both looked up. The sound vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.
Without a word they went back out into the corridor. Nigel stopped in midstride as the lantern light faintly revealed the door at the end of the corridor. The door he had closed swung open. The hinges had been too stiff for the door to swing open on its own. Somebody or something had opened it after them…
Option 2
Keeping in the soft glow of the light from Eve’s lantern, Nigel followed her up the stairs and on to the second-floor corridor. It was a long thin corridor with pictures lining the walls. A long rug covered the floorboards muffling their feet.
“Do you know where we are going?” Nigel asked as they walked past closed doors.
“Yes, it is just down here.” She reached for a door handle. “I think it is this one.”
The door opened with a soft click. She pushed it open to reveal a bedroom dominated by a large four poster bed. In the faint light the dark walls and matching linen were dark crimson, he expected in normal light they would be red.
“Wrong room,” Eve said. “It must be the next one. It has been five years since the last time I was in this house.”
She began to turn away taking the lantern light with her.
“Wait,” Nigel called out. A small movement on the floorboards at the foot of the bed had caught his eye. She turned back to him frowning, but he wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were fixed on the floorboards. There was nothing there.
“What are you looking at?”
“I thought I saw something. A small creature. It’s gone now.”
“Probably was a mouse. It is almost impossible to keep them out of a house like this,” she said. “Come on I want to look at my room.”
“Can I borrow your lantern for a second?” he asked holding out his hand.
“It was just a mouse,” she said exasperated.
“It didn’t look like any mouse I have ever seen before. I just want a quick look to see if it is still there.”
Reluctantly she passed him the lantern. Nigel adjusted the shutters, so the bulk of light was focused forward then approached the bed. He rested a hand on the spring mattress and lowered himself to the floor to peer beneath. Something shimmed at the back of the bed reflecting the light back at him. He frowned. It looked like a small ball covered in tiny mirrors.
“Do you see anything?” Eve asked impatiently from the door.
He didn’t answer. He lowered himself on to his stomach. Reaching under the bed he stretched his hand towards the mysterious object.
It began to move!
He withdrew his arm as quick as if he had put it into a fire. He had nearly touched the thing. Wide eyed he watched at the object unfurled itself into some sort of mouse sized creature. Its rear legs were slightly larger than its forelegs. It had a small stubby tail, a short stocky head, and no noticeable ears. The strangest thing about the creature was its mirror like scales that reflected the light. It looked as if the creature was made from crystal.
Disturbed the creature scurried away. It fled along the wall. Nigel jumped to his feet. He darted around the side of the bed, hoping to catch once last glance at the creature.
There was no trace of it. The creature was gone.
“Did you find anything?” Eve asked from the door.
Lost for words he stared back at her dumbly. He had just seen a creature unknown to science. A creature that did not fit into any known genus. Not just a new species but whole new branch of life…
Option 3
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Nigel muttered under his breath as he followed Eve up the stairs. What was he thinking? He had only met the girl a few minutes ago and now he was following her as she acted upon a whim. If he had any sense he should turn around and go back to standing by the fire. Being bored was better than ending up in trouble.
“Where is your sense of adventure?” Eve whispered back. He had not thought she had heard him. “If you’re scared why don’t you stay here. I will go on my own.”
“I’m not scared. I just don’t we should be trespassing.”
“It’s not trespassing if it is your own home.”
Nigel held his tongue. He did not think it would do him any favours to remind her that this was no longer her home.
At the top of the stair Eve opened a door revealing a long corridor. Nigel pushed the door closed behind them, before following her along the corridor. It was not very homely. The walls were bare along with the floorboards. Unlike the noticeable opulence in the floor below everything had been stripped from the upper floor. The lantern light even showed faded patches where pictures had once hung.
“This is not how I remember it,” Eve said. “It is empty. Where is everything? There used to be a grandfather clock here.”
“Perhaps your father put it in storage. Do you know which room used to be yours?”
“I think it is this one,” she said stopping outside a door no different from any other along the corridor. She turned the handle and pushed open the door. “What has happened to my room?”
Nigel stepped past her to see what she meant. They were looking into not one small bedroom but a massive chamber that ran the whole length of the upper floor of the house. The walls separating the rooms had been replaced with the occasional pillar supporting the roof of the house. The ceiling had been also removed along with the attic rooms to allow space for the tall machines that filled the room.
“Looks like your father wanted space for his lab.” Nigel said. There was a candle holder on nearby bench. Lighting the candle, he explored the room. Curious he walked amongst the machines trying to figure out their purpose. Large metal cables suspended from the room ran round the room seeming to originate from a large metal drum that looked as if it could spin. At the back of the drum a large belt ran down through the floor. He suspected he would find an engine that powered the belt in the room below. He passed work benches with beakers and vials arranged in neat rows, cabinets full of liquids and powders, and a large gas burner.
“Nigel, come and look at this?”
He hurried over to where Eve stood in front of a large, curved arch positioned inside a tray full of dark liquid. The heavy cables running through the room were attached to the top of the arch. The arch was a few inches in diameter. Metal wires ran around its frame and down into the liquid. He circled the arch until he was looking back through it at Eve on the other side.
“What do you think it is?” Eve asked.
“I have no idea. I have never seen anything like this before. I guess it has something to do with your father’s discovery.”
He knelt down to take a closer look at the liquid in the tray.
“Don’t touch that!” a man bellowed.
Nigel nearly dropped his candle in fright. He looked up to find out who had found them trespassing….
Voting Closes Midday Monday 14th of December
The Story So Far
Welcome to The Interactive Novel, the novel that allows you the reader to decide what happens during the novel. This winter the interactive novel returns as a novella.
There will be three options published each week. Each instalment will be no longer than a 1000 words. Read the options , then vote for your favourite or what you would like to happen. Whatever option receives the most votes decides what happens.
The Interactive novel is set in 1860 Britain and follows forteen year old Nigel Briggs. Nigel is an apprentice to debunker of the Supernatural Professor Ashcroftin his investigations into the supternatural. To find out more read the other Novels
The Story So Far
Part 1
Not for the first time fourteen-year-old Nigel Briggs felt out of place. Since entering Professor Ashcroft’s, employment as his apprentice it was becoming a recurring theme. Tonight, he stood beside the mantlepiece in the large parlour of the stately home enjoying the warmth of the fire against his back. He scanned the paintings adorning the walls, rather than watching the groups of distinguished men sat deep in discussion. Professor Ashcroft was across the other side of the room, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, deep in conversation with an elderly bearded man.
Nigel sighed. This was certainly the most boring party he had ever attended. Their host hadn’t even appeared. Instead he had left his guests, some of the most prominent minds in British science, to amuse themselves. Feeling the need to stretch his legs Nigel left the room. He wandered the hall looking at the paintings. In the dim candlelight he had to squint to make out the finer details in the portraits of family members, biblical and mythical scenes and in one room paintings of black wolf like dogs. He passed pockets of men in small groups so absorbed in their conversation they stood in the middle of the corridors oblivious to his presence. In another large parlour with red walls and furnishings to match he found the wives and mistresses gathered. Feeling even more uncomfortable than with the men he hastily backed out of the room. He passed servants carrying silver trays with food and drink hurrying between the rooms.
He looked down at his pocket watch. Only an hour has passed since their arrival. He wished the Professor had left him at home. He had not wanted to attend, but the Professor had insisted. Their host, a recluse but with a reputation for being a genius in the field of Chemistry, was going to announce a mysterious and in their host’s own words, a monumental discovery that would change the way humanity viewed the world. As some of the world’s best minds would be in attendance the Professor had said it would be an opportunity for Nigel to learn something. However, as expected Nigel had been abandoned to look after himself. He now wandered the corridor ignored and bored. He headed towards the dinning room. At least there was a free buffet.
The room was empty, apart from the large table big enough to sit thirty filled with platters or food. Nigel wandered the length of the table plucking morsels of sliced meats, cheeses and pastry’s as he passed. Nibbling on a pickle and ham tart he stopped by the fireplace. Above the mantel was a painting of a muscular naked man brandishing a flaming torch as he climbed out of a dark hole.
“Prometheus,” said a voice beside him.
Startled Nigel turned to find a girl of a similar age to himself. She was dressed in a dark green ball gown and her brown hair was pulled into a fashionable bun. From her attire she wasn’t a servant, but she was far too young to be a wife or mistress.
“Prometheus?” he repeated his mind preoccupied puzzling over the girl’s identity.
“In Greek myth he stole fire from the underworld and gave it to humanity,” the girl said. She smiled at him, whether it was condescending or not, he was not sure. “It is my father’s favourite myth. He wonders what other secrets of the gods can be stolen from them.”
“Your father?”
“Do you just ask questions? My father is your host. He has invited you all here to show off his latest discovery. Most of his guest are boorish old men and then there is you. At first I thought you must be a servant.”
Nigel shook his head. She hadn’t been the only one. On several occasions one of the guests had forced an empty glass into his hand with the expectation that he would replenish their drink.
“Then I thought you must be some sort of child prodigy, but I think I may be mistaken on that too. So why are you here?”
“I’m Professor Ashcroft’s apprentice. He has insisted that I accompany him so that I might learn something.”
“Well you have learned about Greek mythology, so he was right,” she held out her hand. “Eve Crosse.”
“Nigel Briggs. Do you know what your father’s discovery is?”
She gave a bitter laugh. “It is a closely guarded secret. My father keeps to himself. So much so, that I have not seen him in four years and three months. My mother and I live with my grandparents. Considering we have not spoken to Father in such a long time he still sent us an invitation for tonight. Strange don’t you think?”
Nigel shrugged. “He is obviously proud of his discovery and wants you and your mother there to witness that your sacrifice was worth it.”
“You really do not know my father, but then who does? Did you know that the local villagers believe he is in league with the devil? That he is carrying out inhuman experiments into the occult? That he may have opened a portal to hell?”
A shiver crept down Nigel’s spine. He could not have a night away without tales of the supernatural raising its ugly head. Eve continued not noticing his discomfort,
“If I told the other guests here, they would say the superstitious locals just don’t understand the marvels of modern science. That there is nothing that cannot be explained by rational logical thinking.”
“That sounds familiar.” He had heard those words hundreds of times from Professor Ashcroft.
“But what if science cannot explain it? My father is due to make his announcement at 8 o’clock. I suppose we will then find out who is right…”
Part 2
“It sounds like you agree with the villagers,” Nigel said. “You don’t honestly believe your father is involved with the occult?”
“All I know is there are two sides to a coin. I have not seen my father since I was ten and before then it was only for fleeting moments. He had no time for Mother and I when we lived here. That is why she took me to live with my grandparents.”
“Yet you came back tonight. Why is that?”
She frowned. “You think yourself quite the detective.”
“Sorry a matter of habit. My apprenticeship to Professor Ashcroft involves explaining the supernatural.”
“You investigate ghosts?”
“Amongst other things,” he said deliberately vague. She would not believe half the things he had seen. He also did not want to talk about it, wanting to forget the things that had terrified him. “It’s rather dull and you wouldn’t be interested.”
“You might not want to talk about it, but I don’t mind telling you why Mother and I came tonight. Afterall, it is nice to talk to somebody, even if it is an interrogation. In the room with all the ladies I was just ignored or berated by Mother for not sitting properly. I had to escape”
Nigel knew the feeling all too well.
“Anyway. Even though Mother cannot stand the sight of Father she insisted that we came tonight. Afterall he did invite us and it was the first time we had heard from him since leaving. I did not want to come but Mother insisted. She wants me to meet Father again. Something about it being important to know where I have come from.”
She tilted her head to one side as if caught by a sudden thought. She looked over his shoulder. Nigel followed her gaze to the Grandfather clock. It was just short of half seven.
“Shall we go look at my old room? I would love to see it. I want to know if it is the same as I remember. We have half an hour before Father’s great announcement. I won’t be missed and neither will you if you are able to stand here staring at paintings.”
Nigel followed Eve out of the dining room and into entrance the lobby. A lone footman stood at the bottom of the curved stairs. The open door opposite revealed a library with more gentlemen gathered. As they approached the stairs the footman stepped in front of them.
“Nobody is allowed up there.”
“This is my Father’s house. I just want to have a look at my bedroom.”
He looked at Nigel behind her, then putting two and two together and reaching seven he gave them a knowing wink.
“Sorry. I still can’t let you go up there. It is not worth my job. I’m under strict orders not to let anyone up there.”
Eve turned and headed off towards the library. Nigel followed in her wake.
“Eve, where are we going?”
“There is more than one way to get upstairs and if I remember correctly… yes there it is.”
Ahead of them a servant carrying a tray emerged from a small side door in the corner of the library. The door had been left open, but if closed the door had been disguised to look like part of a bookcase with spines of false books. As they crossed the library another servant with an empty tray went through the door. Without hesitating Eve darted through the false door. Nigel took a quick glance behind him, the men were too busy talking amongst themselves to notice, then followed her through to find a narrow staircase. On the stairs below, the servant was heading down to the kitchens to replenish her tray. Another set of stairs headed upwards to the dark rooms above. On the third step was an unlit lantern, put aside as if required.
“Look Eve I don’t think we should go wandering around,” Nigel said as she picked up the lantern.
“It will take us ten minutes at the most. I just want a quick look and then we come right back here.” She lit the lantern and then without waiting for him to protest further headed upwards.
“Why me?” he muttered under his breath and then followed. He has misgivings about walking around the hall at night. Not just because it was off limits, but because of the local rumours. If there was the smallest chance there was any truth to them, then this was the height of foolishness. He had had enough encounters with the supernatural to know it wasn’t a wise idea to go wandering round dark creepy building.
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The Story so Far
Not for the first time fourteen-year-old Nigel Briggs felt out of place. Since entering Professor Ashcroft’s, employment as his apprentice it was becoming a recurring theme. Tonight, he stood beside the mantlepiece in the large parlour of the stately home enjoying the warmth of the fire against his back. He scanned the paintings adorning the walls, rather than watching the groups of distinguished men sat deep in discussion. Professor Ashcroft was across the other side of the room, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, deep in conversation with an elderly bearded man.
Nigel sighed. This was certainly the most boring party he had ever attended. Their host hadn’t even appeared. Instead he had left his guests, some of the most prominent minds in British science, to amuse themselves. Feeling the need to stretch his legs Nigel left the room. He wandered the hall looking at the paintings. In the dim candlelight he had to squint to make out the finer details in the portraits of family members, biblical and mythical scenes and in one room paintings of black wolf like dogs. He passed pockets of men in small groups so absorbed in their conversation they stood in the middle of the corridors oblivious to his presence. In another large parlour with red walls and furnishings to match he found the wives and mistresses gathered. Feeling even more uncomfortable than with the men he hastily backed out of the room. He passed servants carrying silver trays with food and drink hurrying between the rooms.
He looked down at his pocket watch. Only an hour has passed since their arrival. He wished the Professor had left him at home. He had not wanted to attend, but the Professor had insisted. Their host, a recluse but with a reputation for being a genius in the field of Chemistry, was going to announce a mysterious and in their host’s own words, a monumental discovery that would change the way humanity viewed the world. As some of the world’s best minds would be in attendance the Professor had said it would be an opportunity for Nigel to learn something. However, as expected Nigel had been abandoned to look after himself. He now wandered the corridor ignored and bored. He headed towards the dinning room. At least there was a free buffet.
The room was empty, apart from the large table big enough to sit thirty filled with platters or food. Nigel wandered the length of the table plucking morsels of sliced meats, cheeses and pastry’s as he passed. Nibbling on a pickle and ham tart he stopped by the fireplace. Above the mantel was a painting of a muscular naked man brandishing a flaming torch as he climbed out of a dark hole.
“Prometheus,” said a voice beside him.
Startled Nigel turned to find a girl of a similar age to himself. She was dressed in a dark green ball gown and her brown hair was pulled into a fashionable bun. From her attire she wasn’t a servant, but she was far too young to be a wife or mistress.
“Prometheus?” he repeated his mind preoccupied puzzling over the girl’s identity.
“In Greek myth he stole fire from the underworld and gave it to humanity,” the girl said. She smiled at him, whether it was condescending or not, he was not sure. “It is my father’s favourite myth. He wonders what other secrets of the gods can be stolen from them.”
“Your father?”
“Do you just ask questions? My father is your host. He has invited you all here to show off his latest discovery. Most of his guest are boorish old men and then there is you. At first I thought you must be a servant.”
Nigel shook his head. She hadn’t been the only one. On several occasions one of the guests had forced an empty glass into his hand with the expectation that he would replenish their drink.
“Then I thought you must be some sort of child prodigy, but I think I may be mistaken on that too. So why are you here?”
“I’m Professor Ashcroft’s apprentice. He has insisted that I accompany him so that I might learn something.”
“Well you have learned about Greek mythology, so he was right,” she held out her hand. “Eve Crosse.”
“Nigel Briggs. Do you know what your father’s discovery is?”
She gave a bitter laugh. “It is a closely guarded secret. My father keeps to himself. So much so, that I have not seen him in four years and three months. My mother and I live with my grandparents. Considering we have not spoken to Father in such a long time he still sent us an invitation for tonight. Strange don’t you think?”
Nigel shrugged. “He is obviously proud of his discovery and wants you and your mother there to witness that your sacrifice was worth it.”
“You really do not know my father, but then who does? Did you know that the local villagers believe he is in league with the devil? That he is carrying out inhuman experiments into the occult? That he may have opened a portal to hell?”
A shiver crept down Nigel’s spine. He could not have a night away without tales of the supernatural raising its ugly head. Eve continued not noticing his discomfort,
“If I told the other guests here, they would say the superstitious locals just don’t understand the marvels of modern science. That there is nothing that cannot be explained by rational logical thinking.”
“That sounds familiar.” He had heard those words hundreds of times from Professor Ashcroft.
“But what if science cannot explain it? My father is due to make his announcement at 8 o’clock. I suppose we will then find out who is right…”
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Option 1 – The Cellar
“Master Briggs,” a voice called out interrupting her.
Nigel glanced towards the door at the far end of the room. An agitated looking footman hurried into the dining room. He looked expectantly at Nigel.
“Master Briggs?”
“Yes?” Nigel said. He frowned. Why would anybody send a footman to find him? Then his heart sunk. It had to be the Professor. Nobody else knew that he was here. What could the Professor possibly want now? Probably wanted him to write notes or listen to some boring lecture.
“Thank goodness I found you Master Briggs,” the footman said. He ran a hand through his hair in a nervous gesture. “You must come with me urgently.”
“What’s so urgent?” It was typical. He had finally found somebody to talk too and now the Professor was summoning him.
“I would rather not say, sir.”
Nigel glanced at Eve. She gave him a small smile.
“You will have to excuse me,” Nigel said.
“Of course, you have urgent business to attend too. Well if you need any more lessons on mythology later, find me out.”
Nigel gave her a quick nod and followed the footman out of the dining hall. To his surprise the footman led him to a side door off the main hall. The door opened on to a set of stairs leading down into the cellar. The staircase was lit by sporadic lanterns.
Nigel hesitated at the top of the stairs. He looked over his shoulder and through the open door of the parlour at the other guests. He then looked back down at the dimly lit stairwell leading into the dark depths of the hall. He assumed the stairs lead to the servants’ quarters. Why would the footman want to take him down there? Something wasn’t right.
“Please, sir you must follow me,” insisted the footman.
“You want me to go down there?”
“Yes, this is where I was instructed to take you,” noticing his reluctance the footman added, “by Professor Ashcroft.”
Nigel swallowed nervously. “In that case.”
He stepped onto the stairs. Thoughts of the local rumours swirled through his mind. Messing with the occult, a gateway to hell, just superstitious nonsense he told himself as he descended into the darkness.
At the bottom of the stairs was a low-ceilinged corridor. The brick walls were painted in flaking grubby white paint. Plain tiles covered the floor. It had none of the opulence of the hallway above. A damp unpleasant aroma lingered in the air.
“This way,” the footman said picking up a lantern.
Nigel followed him along the corridor. His unease growing with every step. The corridor was empty apart from the echo of their feet on the tiles. Where were the other servants? The corridor should be busy with servants running back and forth bring food and drink from the kitchens to the guests. Yet it was deserted. In the candlelight he noticed a thick layer of dust on the floor and cobwebs in the corners. This corridor had obviously not been used in a while.
The footman stopped beside a door. He pushed it open to reveal a brightly lit room. The two men in the room looked up at him. One was a grouchy looking old man with long silver hair. The other was knelt on the floor.
“Nigel there you are. What took you so long?” Professor Ashcroft said. He waved his hand dismissively. “Never mind. It is not important. Come and have a look at this.”
Professor Ashcroft stepped aside to reveal a body lying on the floor…
Option 2 – Upstairs
“It sounds like you agree with the villagers,” Nigel said. “You don’t honestly believe your father is involved with the occult?”
“All I know is there are two sides to a coin. I have not seen my father since I was ten and before then it was only for fleeting moments. He had no time for Mother and I when we lived here. That is why she took me to live with my grandparents.”
“Yet you came back tonight. Why is that?”
She frowned. “You think yourself quite the detective.”
“Sorry a matter of habit. My apprenticeship to Professor Ashcroft involves explaining the supernatural.”
“You investigate ghosts?”
“Amongst other things,” he said deliberately vague. She would not believe half the things he had seen. He also did not want to talk about it, wanting to forget the things that had terrified him. “It’s rather dull and you wouldn’t be interested.”
“You might not want to talk about it, but I don’t mind telling you why Mother and I came tonight. Afterall, it is nice to talk to somebody, even if it is an interrogation. In the room with all the ladies I was just ignored or berated by Mother for not sitting properly. I had to escape”
Nigel knew the feeling all too well.
“Anyway. Even though Mother cannot stand the sight of Father she insisted that we came tonight. Afterall he did invite us and it was the first time we had heard from him since leaving. I did not want to come but Mother insisted. She wants me to meet Father again. Something about it being important to know where I have come from.”
She tilted her head to one side as if caught by a sudden thought. She looked over his shoulder. Nigel followed her gaze to the Grandfather clock. It was just short of half seven.
“Shall we go look at my old room? I would love to see it. I want to know if it is the same as I remember. We have half an hour before Father’s great announcement. I won’t be missed and neither will you if you are able to stand here staring at paintings.”
Nigel followed Eve out of the dining room and into entrance the lobby. A lone footman stood at the bottom of the curved stairs. The open door opposite revealed a library with more gentlemen gathered. As they approached the stairs the footman stepped in front of them.
“Nobody is allowed up there.”
“This is my Father’s house. I just want to have a look at my bedroom.”
He looked at Nigel behind her, then putting two and two together and reaching seven he gave them a knowing wink.
“Sorry. I still can’t let you go up there. It is not worth my job. I’m under strict orders not to let anyone up there.”
Eve turned and headed off towards the library. Nigel followed in her wake.
“Eve, where are we going?”
“There is more than one way to get upstairs and if I remember correctly… yes there it is.”
Ahead of them a servant carrying a tray emerged from a small side door in the corner of the library. The door had been left open, but if closed the door had been disguised to look like part of a bookcase with spines of false books. As they crossed the library another servant with an empty tray went through the door. Without hesitating Eve darted through the false door. Nigel took a quick glance behind him, the men were too busy talking amongst themselves to notice, then followed her through to find a narrow staircase. On the stairs below, the servant was heading down to the kitchens to replenish her tray. Another set of stairs headed upwards to the dark rooms above. On the third step was an unlit lantern, put aside as if required.
“Look Eve I don’t think we should go wandering around,” Nigel said as she picked up the lantern.
“It will take us ten minutes at the most. I just want a quick look and then we come right back here.” She lit the lantern and then without waiting for him to protest further headed upwards.
“Why me?” he muttered under his breath and then followed. He has misgivings about walking around the hall at night. Not just because it was off limits, but because of the local rumours. If there was the smallest chance there was any truth to them, then this was the height of foolishness. He had had enough encounters with the supernatural to know it wasn’t a wise idea to go wandering round dark creepy buildings…
Option 3 – The Ballroom
An awkward silence fell between them. Nigel knew he should say something but could think of nothing that would alleviate her fears. Or his for that matter. His mind was going haywire jumping from conclusion to conclusion. There had to be a supernatural element to their host’s discovery, why else would he invite the Professor? They were there to attempt to disprove it as a hoax and in failing to do so would prove its reality. And over the past few months he had learnt anything involving the supernatural usually ended in a terrifying experience.
He gave a weak smile. Then it dawned on him that perhaps Eve was hoping that her father’s announcement would reveal that he was in league with the devil. It would be easier to dislike a man who had abandoned her for committing evil rather than one that had sacrificed their relationship for an honourable cause.
She looked at him expectantly. He still had to say something. Or perhaps excuse himself. They both couldn’t stand here awkwardly for much longer. He was saved from making a decision by a waiter entering the room. Hearing his footsteps, they both looked up.
“Sir, Madam, everyone is to gather in the ballroom for Mr Crosse’s announcement.” The waiter spun on his heels to hunt for others to summon.
“Time to find out what Father has been up to,” Eve said. “Follow me.”
Nigel followed a few steps behind her. In the lobby men were pouring out of the other rooms. Many walked still in deep conversation. Professor Ashcroft was one of them. Too engaged in talking to his companion he struck the doorframe with his shoulder sloshing his drink over himself. Blushing he carried on walking as if no one would notice his mishap.
Entering the ballroom Eve slipped off to find her mother. Nigel made his way over to the Professor. Already the large room was filling with people. There had to be nearly two hundred guests in attendance. They all took positions in front of a stage at the far end of the room.
“Nigel there you are,” Professor Ashcroft said. “This is a wonderful event. I hope you are learning lots.”
“Yes, sir.”
The Professor had a strong smell of whiskey about him. Nigel looked at the wet patch on his waistcoat from where he had spilt his drink.
“Accident, sir?”
The Professor looked down his waistcoat then pressed his fingers again the damp material. “Oh this. It is nothing just a spilt drink. A clumsy waiter bumped into me that is all.”
The Professor turned away and start talking to the man on his left about cholera. Nigel tuned out when the conversation turned to civil engineering and the building of sewers. Looking around the room he spotted Eve standing beside a furious looking woman. It had to be her mother and she looked as if this was the last place she wanted to be.
The last of the guests entered the room. Even though this was the largest room in the house it felt small with the number of guests crammed inside. The drone of conversations filled the air and nobody seemed to be paying attention as their host walked on to the stage. Unlike the guests that were as well preened as birds on the hunt for a mate he was a dishevelled mess. His long lank grey hair hung down over his shoulders. He wore a faded suit several sizes too big. It may have fitted him once but with his prominent cheek bones and hollow face it was clear he had lost a lot of weight. His eyes were ringed with dark bags. He stood in the middle of the stage fidgeting as if unsure how to summon their attention. Seeing his apprehension, a second man in uniform walked on to the stage.
“Gentlemen and ladies,” the uniform man barked. He sounded like a drill sergeant and Nigel suspected the butler was an ex-military man. “Attention please.”
Silence fell upon the room as the gathered guests looked up at the stage. The butler gave his master a nod then left the stage. Mr Crosse took a deep breath and then looking at his feet addressed the room.
“Thank you for coming tonight.”
Nigel had to strain his ears to hear him.
“It has been a long time since I have been in company and I did not expect so many too answer my invite. For those that have come you will not be disappointed. For I have a discovery to announce. A discovery so important that it will alter the way we view the world. After years of research and development I can announce that I have….
Voting Closes Midday 30th November.
Part 3 published Friday 4th December
Part Two
Welcome to The Interactive Novel where you the reader gets to chose what happens. Read the three options and then vote to decide what happens in the story.
Below is the story so far to refresh your memory or scroll down to find the options to vote upon.
The Story so Far
Not for the first time fourteen-year-old Nigel Briggs felt out of place. Since entering Professor Ashcroft’s, employment as his apprentice it was becoming a recurring theme. Tonight, he stood beside the mantlepiece in the large parlour of the stately home enjoying the warmth of the fire against his back. He scanned the paintings adorning the walls, rather than watching the groups of distinguished men sat deep in discussion. Professor Ashcroft was across the other side of the room, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, deep in conversation with an elderly bearded man.
Nigel sighed. This was certainly the most boring party he had ever attended. Their host hadn’t even appeared. Instead he had left his guests, some of the most prominent minds in British science, to amuse themselves. Feeling the need to stretch his legs Nigel left the room. He wandered the hall looking at the paintings. In the dim candlelight he had to squint to make out the finer details in the portraits of family members, biblical and mythical scenes and in one room paintings of black wolf like dogs. He passed pockets of men in small groups so absorbed in their conversation they stood in the middle of the corridors oblivious to his presence. In another large parlour with red walls and furnishings to match he found the wives and mistresses gathered. Feeling even more uncomfortable than with the men he hastily backed out of the room. He passed servants carrying silver trays with food and drink hurrying between the rooms.
He looked down at his pocket watch. Only an hour has passed since their arrival. He wished the Professor had left him at home. He had not wanted to attend, but the Professor had insisted. Their host, a recluse but with a reputation for being a genius in the field of Chemistry, was going to announce a mysterious and in their host’s own words, a monumental discovery that would change the way humanity viewed the world. As some of the world’s best minds would be in attendance the Professor had said it would be an opportunity for Nigel to learn something. However, as expected Nigel had been abandoned to look after himself. He now wandered the corridor ignored and bored. He headed towards the dinning room. At least there was a free buffet.
The room was empty, apart from the large table big enough to sit thirty filled with platters or food. Nigel wandered the length of the table plucking morsels of sliced meats, cheeses and pastry’s as he passed. Nibbling on a pickle and ham tart he stopped by the fireplace. Above the mantel was a painting of a muscular naked man brandishing a flaming torch as he climbed out of a dark hole.
“Prometheus,” said a voice beside him.
Startled Nigel turned to find a girl of a similar age to himself. She was dressed in a dark green ball gown and her brown hair was pulled into a fashionable bun. From her attire she wasn’t a servant, but she was far too young to be a wife or mistress.
“Prometheus?” he repeated his mind preoccupied puzzling over the girl’s identity.
“In Greek myth he stole fire from the underworld and gave it to humanity,” the girl said. She smiled at him, whether it was condescending or not, he was not sure. “It is my father’s favourite myth. He wonders what other secrets of the gods can be stolen from them.”
“Your father?”
“Do you just ask questions? My father is your host. He has invited you all here to show off his latest discovery. Most of his guest are boorish old men and then there is you. At first I thought you must be a servant.”
Nigel shook his head. She hadn’t been the only one. On several occasions one of the guests had forced an empty glass into his hand with the expectation that he would replenish their drink.
“Then I thought you must be some sort of child prodigy, but I think I may be mistaken on that too. So why are you here?”
“I’m Professor Ashcroft’s apprentice. He has insisted that I accompany him so that I might learn something.”
“Well you have learned about Greek mythology, so he was right,” she held out her hand. “Eve Crosse.”
“Nigel Briggs. Do you know what your father’s discovery is?”
She gave a bitter laugh. “It is a closely guarded secret. My father keeps to himself. So much so, that I have not seen him in four years and three months. My mother and I live with my grandparents. Considering we have not spoken to Father in such a long time he still sent us an invitation for tonight. Strange don’t you think?”
Nigel shrugged. “He is obviously proud of his discovery and wants you and your mother there to witness that your sacrifice was worth it.”
“You really do not know my father, but then who does? Did you know that the local villagers believe he is in league with the devil? That he is carrying out inhuman experiments into the occult? That he may have opened a portal to hell?”
A shiver crept down Nigel’s spine. He could not have a night away without tales of the supernatural raising its ugly head. Eve continued not noticing his discomfort,
“If I told the other guests here, they would say the superstitious locals just don’t understand the marvels of modern science. That there is nothing that cannot be explained by rational logical thinking.”
“That sounds familiar.” He had heard those words hundreds of times from Professor Ashcroft.
“But what if science cannot explain it? My father is due to make his announcement at 8 o’clock. I suppose we will then find out who is right…”
To decide what happens next read the three options below and then cast your vote
Option 1 – The Cellar
“Master Briggs,” a voice called out interrupting her.
Nigel glanced towards the door at the far end of the room. An agitated looking footman hurried into the dining room. He looked expectantly at Nigel.
“Master Briggs?”
“Yes?” Nigel said. He frowned. Why would anybody send a footman to find him? Then his heart sunk. It had to be the Professor. Nobody else knew that he was here. What could the Professor possibly want now? Probably wanted him to write notes or listen to some boring lecture.
“Thank goodness I found you Master Briggs,” the footman said. He ran a hand through his hair in a nervous gesture. “You must come with me urgently.”
“What’s so urgent?” It was typical. He had finally found somebody to talk too and now the Professor was summoning him.
“I would rather not say, sir.”
Nigel glanced at Eve. She gave him a small smile.
“You will have to excuse me,” Nigel said.
“Of course, you have urgent business to attend too. Well if you need any more lessons on mythology later, find me out.”
Nigel gave her a quick nod and followed the footman out of the dining hall. To his surprise the footman led him to a side door off the main hall. The door opened on to a set of stairs leading down into the cellar. The staircase was lit by sporadic lanterns.
Nigel hesitated at the top of the stairs. He looked over his shoulder and through the open door of the parlour at the other guests. He then looked back down at the dimly lit stairwell leading into the dark depths of the hall. He assumed the stairs lead to the servants’ quarters. Why would the footman want to take him down there? Something wasn’t right.
“Please, sir you must follow me,” insisted the footman.
“You want me to go down there?”
“Yes, this is where I was instructed to take you,” noticing his reluctance the footman added, “by Professor Ashcroft.”
Nigel swallowed nervously. “In that case.”
He stepped onto the stairs. Thoughts of the local rumours swirled through his mind. Messing with the occult, a gateway to hell, just superstitious nonsense he told himself as he descended into the darkness.
At the bottom of the stairs was a low-ceilinged corridor. The brick walls were painted in flaking grubby white paint. Plain tiles covered the floor. It had none of the opulence of the hallway above. A damp unpleasant aroma lingered in the air.
“This way,” the footman said picking up a lantern.
Nigel followed him along the corridor. His unease growing with every step. The corridor was empty apart from the echo of their feet on the tiles. Where were the other servants? The corridor should be busy with servants running back and forth bring food and drink from the kitchens to the guests. Yet it was deserted. In the candlelight he noticed a thick layer of dust on the floor and cobwebs in the corners. This corridor had obviously not been used in a while.
The footman stopped beside a door. He pushed it open to reveal a brightly lit room. The two men in the room looked up at him. One was a grouchy looking old man with long silver hair. The other was knelt on the floor.
“Nigel there you are. What took you so long?” Professor Ashcroft said. He waved his hand dismissively. “Never mind. It is not important. Come and have a look at this.”
Professor Ashcroft stepped aside to reveal a body lying on the floor…
Option 2 – Upstairs
“It sounds like you agree with the villagers,” Nigel said. “You don’t honestly believe your father is involved with the occult?”
“All I know is there are two sides to a coin. I have not seen my father since I was ten and before then it was only for fleeting moments. He had no time for Mother and I when we lived here. That is why she took me to live with my grandparents.”
“Yet you came back tonight. Why is that?”
She frowned. “You think yourself quite the detective.”
“Sorry a matter of habit. My apprenticeship to Professor Ashcroft involves explaining the supernatural.”
“You investigate ghosts?”
“Amongst other things,” he said deliberately vague. She would not believe half the things he had seen. He also did not want to talk about it, wanting to forget the things that had terrified him. “It’s rather dull and you wouldn’t be interested.”
“You might not want to talk about it, but I don’t mind telling you why Mother and I came tonight. Afterall, it is nice to talk to somebody, even if it is an interrogation. In the room with all the ladies I was just ignored or berated by Mother for not sitting properly. I had to escape”
Nigel knew the feeling all too well.
“Anyway. Even though Mother cannot stand the sight of Father she insisted that we came tonight. Afterall he did invite us and it was the first time we had heard from him since leaving. I did not want to come but Mother insisted. She wants me to meet Father again. Something about it being important to know where I have come from.”
She tilted her head to one side as if caught by a sudden thought. She looked over his shoulder. Nigel followed her gaze to the Grandfather clock. It was just short of half seven.
“Shall we go look at my old room? I would love to see it. I want to know if it is the same as I remember. We have half an hour before Father’s great announcement. I won’t be missed and neither will you if you are able to stand here staring at paintings.”
Nigel followed Eve out of the dining room and into entrance the lobby. A lone footman stood at the bottom of the curved stairs. The open door opposite revealed a library with more gentlemen gathered. As they approached the stairs the footman stepped in front of them.
“Nobody is allowed up there.”
“This is my Father’s house. I just want to have a look at my bedroom.”
He looked at Nigel behind her, then putting two and two together and reaching seven he gave them a knowing wink.
“Sorry. I still can’t let you go up there. It is not worth my job. I’m under strict orders not to let anyone up there.”
Eve turned and headed off towards the library. Nigel followed in her wake.
“Eve, where are we going?”
“There is more than one way to get upstairs and if I remember correctly… yes there it is.”
Ahead of them a servant carrying a tray emerged from a small side door in the corner of the library. The door had been left open, but if closed the door had been disguised to look like part of a bookcase with spines of false books. As they crossed the library another servant with an empty tray went through the door. Without hesitating Eve darted through the false door. Nigel took a quick glance behind him, the men were too busy talking amongst themselves to notice, then followed her through to find a narrow staircase. On the stairs below, the servant was heading down to the kitchens to replenish her tray. Another set of stairs headed upwards to the dark rooms above. On the third step was an unlit lantern, put aside as if required.
“Look Eve I don’t think we should go wandering around,” Nigel said as she picked up the lantern.
“It will take us ten minutes at the most. I just want a quick look and then we come right back here.” She lit the lantern and then without waiting for him to protest further headed upwards.
“Why me?” he muttered under his breath and then followed. He has misgivings about walking around the hall at night. Not just because it was off limits, but because of the local rumours. If there was the smallest chance there was any truth to them, then this was the height of foolishness. He had had enough encounters with the supernatural to know it wasn’t a wise idea to go wandering round dark creepy buildings…
Option 3 – The Ballroom
An awkward silence fell between them. Nigel knew he should say something but could think of nothing that would alleviate her fears. Or his for that matter. His mind was going haywire jumping from conclusion to conclusion. There had to be a supernatural element to their host’s discovery, why else would he invite the Professor? They were there to attempt to disprove it as a hoax and in failing to do so would prove its reality. And over the past few months he had learnt anything involving the supernatural usually ended in a terrifying experience.
He gave a weak smile. Then it dawned on him that perhaps Eve was hoping that her father’s announcement would reveal that he was in league with the devil. It would be easier to dislike a man who had abandoned her for committing evil rather than one that had sacrificed their relationship for an honourable cause.
She looked at him expectantly. He still had to say something. Or perhaps excuse himself. They both couldn’t stand here awkwardly for much longer. He was saved from making a decision by a waiter entering the room. Hearing his footsteps, they both looked up.
“Sir, Madam, everyone is to gather in the ballroom for Mr Crosse’s announcement.” The waiter spun on his heels to hunt for others to summon.
“Time to find out what Father has been up to,” Eve said. “Follow me.”
Nigel followed a few steps behind her. In the lobby men were pouring out of the other rooms. Many walked still in deep conversation. Professor Ashcroft was one of them. Too engaged in talking to his companion he struck the doorframe with his shoulder sloshing his drink over himself. Blushing he carried on walking as if no one would notice his mishap.
Entering the ballroom Eve slipped off to find her mother. Nigel made his way over to the Professor. Already the large room was filling with people. There had to be nearly two hundred guests in attendance. They all took positions in front of a stage at the far end of the room.
“Nigel there you are,” Professor Ashcroft said. “This is a wonderful event. I hope you are learning lots.”
“Yes, sir.”
The Professor had a strong smell of whiskey about him. Nigel looked at the wet patch on his waistcoat from where he had spilt his drink.
“Accident, sir?”
The Professor looked down his waistcoat then pressed his fingers again the damp material. “Oh this. It is nothing just a spilt drink. A clumsy waiter bumped into me that is all.”
The Professor turned away and start talking to the man on his left about cholera. Nigel tuned out when the conversation turned to civil engineering and the building of sewers. Looking around the room he spotted Eve standing beside a furious looking woman. It had to be her mother and she looked as if this was the last place she wanted to be.
The last of the guests entered the room. Even though this was the largest room in the house it felt small with the number of guests crammed inside. The drone of conversations filled the air and nobody seemed to be paying attention as their host walked on to the stage. Unlike the guests that were as well preened as birds on the hunt for a mate he was a dishevelled mess. His long lank grey hair hung down over his shoulders. He wore a faded suit several sizes too big. It may have fitted him once but with his prominent cheek bones and hollow face it was clear he had lost a lot of weight. His eyes were ringed with dark bags. He stood in the middle of the stage fidgeting as if unsure how to summon their attention. Seeing his apprehension, a second man in uniform walked on to the stage.
“Gentlemen and ladies,” the uniform man barked. He sounded like a drill sergeant and Nigel suspected the butler was an ex-military man. “Attention please.”
Silence fell upon the room as the gathered guests looked up at the stage. The butler gave his master a nod then left the stage. Mr Crosse took a deep breath and then looking at his feet addressed the room.
“Thank you for coming tonight.”
Nigel had to strain his ears to hear him.
“It has been a long time since I have been in company and I did not expect so many too answer my invite. For those that have come you will not be disappointed. For I have a discovery to announce. A discovery so important that it will alter the way we view the world. After years of research and development I can announce that I have….
Voting Closes Midday 30th November.
Part 3 published Friday 4th December
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The Story so Far
Not for the first time fourteen-year-old Nigel Briggs felt out of place. Since entering Professor Ashcroft’s, employment as his apprentice it was becoming a recurring theme. Tonight, he stood beside the mantlepiece in the large parlour of the stately home enjoying the warmth of the fire against his back. He scanned the paintings adorning the walls, rather than watching the groups of distinguished men sat deep in discussion. Professor Ashcroft was across the other side of the room, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, deep in conversation with an elderly bearded man.
Nigel sighed. This was certainly the most boring party he had ever attended. Their host hadn’t even appeared. Instead he had left his guests, some of the most prominent minds in British science, to amuse themselves. Feeling the need to stretch his legs Nigel left the room. He wandered the hall looking at the paintings. In the dim candlelight he had to squint to make out the finer details in the portraits of family members, biblical and mythical scenes and in one room paintings of black wolf like dogs. He passed pockets of men in small groups so absorbed in their conversation they stood in the middle of the corridors oblivious to his presence. In another large parlour with red walls and furnishings to match he found the wives and mistresses gathered. Feeling even more uncomfortable than with the men he hastily backed out of the room. He passed servants carrying silver trays with food and drink hurrying between the rooms.
He looked down at his pocket watch. Only an hour has passed since their arrival. He wished the Professor had left him at home. He had not wanted to attend, but the Professor had insisted. Their host, a recluse but with a reputation for being a genius in the field of Chemistry, was going to announce a mysterious and in their host’s own words, a monumental discovery that would change the way humanity viewed the world. As some of the world’s best minds would be in attendance the Professor had said it would be an opportunity for Nigel to learn something. However, as expected Nigel had been abandoned to look after himself. He now wandered the corridor ignored and bored. He headed towards the dinning room. At least there was a free buffet.
The room was empty, apart from the large table big enough to sit thirty filled with platters or food. Nigel wandered the length of the table plucking morsels of sliced meats, cheeses and pastry’s as he passed. Nibbling on a pickle and ham tart he stopped by the fireplace. Above the mantel was a painting of a muscular naked man brandishing a flaming torch as he climbed out of a dark hole.
“Prometheus,” said a voice beside him.
Startled Nigel turned to find a girl of a similar age to himself. She was dressed in a dark green ball gown and her brown hair was pulled into a fashionable bun. From her attire she wasn’t a servant, but she was far too young to be a wife or mistress.
“Prometheus?” he repeated his mind preoccupied puzzling over the girl’s identity.
“In Greek myth he stole fire from the underworld and gave it to humanity,” the girl said. She smiled at him, whether it was condescending or not, he was not sure. “It is my father’s favourite myth. He wonders what other secrets of the gods can be stolen from them.”
“Your father?”
“Do you just ask questions? My father is your host. He has invited you all here to show off his latest discovery. Most of his guest are boorish old men and then there is you. At first I thought you must be a servant.”
Nigel shook his head. She hadn’t been the only one. On several occasions one of the guests had forced an empty glass into his hand with the expectation that he would replenish their drink.
“Then I thought you must be some sort of child prodigy, but I think I may be mistaken on that too. So why are you here?”
“I’m Professor Ashcroft’s apprentice. He has insisted that I accompany him so that I might learn something.”
“Well you have learned about Greek mythology, so he was right,” she held out her hand. “Eve Crosse.”
“Nigel Briggs. Do you know what your father’s discovery is?”
She gave a bitter laugh. “It is a closely guarded secret. My father keeps to himself. So much so, that I have not seen him in four years and three months. My mother and I live with my grandparents. Considering we have not spoken to Father in such a long time he still sent us an invitation for tonight. Strange don’t you think?”
Nigel shrugged. “He is obviously proud of his discovery and wants you and your mother there to witness that your sacrifice was worth it.”
“You really do not know my father, but then who does? Did you know that the local villagers believe he is in league with the devil? That he is carrying out inhuman experiments into the occult? That he may have opened a portal to hell?”
A shiver crept down Nigel’s spine. He could not have a night away without tales of the supernatural raising its ugly head. Eve continued not noticing his discomfort,
“If I told the other guests here, they would say the superstitious locals just don’t understand the marvels of modern science. That there is nothing that cannot be explained by rational logical thinking.”
“That sounds familiar.” He had heard those words hundreds of times from Professor Ashcroft.
“But what if science cannot explain it? My father is due to make his announcement at 8 o’clock. I suppose we will then find out who is right…”
To decide what happens next read the three options below and then cast your vote
Option 1 – The Cellar
“Master Briggs,” a voice called out interrupting her.
Nigel glanced towards the door at the far end of the room. An agitated looking footman hurried into the dining room. He looked expectantly at Nigel.
“Master Briggs?”
“Yes?” Nigel said. He frowned. Why would anybody send a footman to find him? Then his heart sunk. It had to be the Professor. Nobody else knew that he was here. What could the Professor possibly want now? Probably wanted him to write notes or listen to some boring lecture.
“Thank goodness I found you Master Briggs,” the footman said. He ran a hand through his hair in a nervous gesture. “You must come with me urgently.”
“What’s so urgent?” It was typical. He had finally found somebody to talk too and now the Professor was summoning him.
“I would rather not say, sir.”
Nigel glanced at Eve. She gave him a small smile.
“You will have to excuse me,” Nigel said.
“Of course, you have urgent business to attend too. Well if you need any more lessons on mythology later, find me out.”
Nigel gave her a quick nod and followed the footman out of the dining hall. To his surprise the footman led him to a side door off the main hall. The door opened on to a set of stairs leading down into the cellar. The staircase was lit by sporadic lanterns.
Nigel hesitated at the top of the stairs. He looked over his shoulder and through the open door of the parlour at the other guests. He then looked back down at the dimly lit stairwell leading into the dark depths of the hall. He assumed the stairs lead to the servants’ quarters. Why would the footman want to take him down there? Something wasn’t right.
“Please, sir you must follow me,” insisted the footman.
“You want me to go down there?”
“Yes, this is where I was instructed to take you,” noticing his reluctance the footman added, “by Professor Ashcroft.”
Nigel swallowed nervously. “In that case.”
He stepped onto the stairs. Thoughts of the local rumours swirled through his mind. Messing with the occult, a gateway to hell, just superstitious nonsense he told himself as he descended into the darkness.
At the bottom of the stairs was a low-ceilinged corridor. The brick walls were painted in flaking grubby white paint. Plain tiles covered the floor. It had none of the opulence of the hallway above. A damp unpleasant aroma lingered in the air.
“This way,” the footman said picking up a lantern.
Nigel followed him along the corridor. His unease growing with every step. The corridor was empty apart from the echo of their feet on the tiles. Where were the other servants? The corridor should be busy with servants running back and forth bring food and drink from the kitchens to the guests. Yet it was deserted. In the candlelight he noticed a thick layer of dust on the floor and cobwebs in the corners. This corridor had obviously not been used in a while.
The footman stopped beside a door. He pushed it open to reveal a brightly lit room. The two men in the room looked up at him. One was a grouchy looking old man with long silver hair. The other was knelt on the floor.
“Nigel there you are. What took you so long?” Professor Ashcroft said. He waved his hand dismissively. “Never mind. It is not important. Come and have a look at this.”
Professor Ashcroft stepped aside to reveal a body lying on the floor…
Option 2 – Upstairs
“It sounds like you agree with the villagers,” Nigel said. “You don’t honestly believe your father is involved with the occult?”
“All I know is there are two sides to a coin. I have not seen my father since I was ten and before then it was only for fleeting moments. He had no time for Mother and I when we lived here. That is why she took me to live with my grandparents.”
“Yet you came back tonight. Why is that?”
She frowned. “You think yourself quite the detective.”
“Sorry a matter of habit. My apprenticeship to Professor Ashcroft involves explaining the supernatural.”
“You investigate ghosts?”
“Amongst other things,” he said deliberately vague. She would not believe half the things he had seen. He also did not want to talk about it, wanting to forget the things that had terrified him. “It’s rather dull and you wouldn’t be interested.”
“You might not want to talk about it, but I don’t mind telling you why Mother and I came tonight. Afterall, it is nice to talk to somebody, even if it is an interrogation. In the room with all the ladies I was just ignored or berated by Mother for not sitting properly. I had to escape”
Nigel knew the feeling all too well.
“Anyway. Even though Mother cannot stand the sight of Father she insisted that we came tonight. Afterall he did invite us and it was the first time we had heard from him since leaving. I did not want to come but Mother insisted. She wants me to meet Father again. Something about it being important to know where I have come from.”
She tilted her head to one side as if caught by a sudden thought. She looked over his shoulder. Nigel followed her gaze to the Grandfather clock. It was just short of half seven.
“Shall we go look at my old room? I would love to see it. I want to know if it is the same as I remember. We have half an hour before Father’s great announcement. I won’t be missed and neither will you if you are able to stand here staring at paintings.”
Nigel followed Eve out of the dining room and into entrance the lobby. A lone footman stood at the bottom of the curved stairs. The open door opposite revealed a library with more gentlemen gathered. As they approached the stairs the footman stepped in front of them.
“Nobody is allowed up there.”
“This is my Father’s house. I just want to have a look at my bedroom.”
He looked at Nigel behind her, then putting two and two together and reaching seven he gave them a knowing wink.
“Sorry. I still can’t let you go up there. It is not worth my job. I’m under strict orders not to let anyone up there.”
Eve turned and headed off towards the library. Nigel followed in her wake.
“Eve, where are we going?”
“There is more than one way to get upstairs and if I remember correctly… yes there it is.”
Ahead of them a servant carrying a tray emerged from a small side door in the corner of the library. The door had been left open, but if closed the door had been disguised to look like part of a bookcase with spines of false books. As they crossed the library another servant with an empty tray went through the door. Without hesitating Eve darted through the false door. Nigel took a quick glance behind him, the men were too busy talking amongst themselves to notice, then followed her through to find a narrow staircase. On the stairs below, the servant was heading down to the kitchens to replenish her tray. Another set of stairs headed upwards to the dark rooms above. On the third step was an unlit lantern, put aside as if required.
“Look Eve I don’t think we should go wandering around,” Nigel said as she picked up the lantern.
“It will take us ten minutes at the most. I just want a quick look and then we come right back here.” She lit the lantern and then without waiting for him to protest further headed upwards.
“Why me?” he muttered under his breath and then followed. He has misgivings about walking around the hall at night. Not just because it was off limits, but because of the local rumours. If there was the smallest chance there was any truth to them, then this was the height of foolishness. He had had enough encounters with the supernatural to know it wasn’t a wise idea to go wandering round dark creepy buildings…
Option 3 – The Ballroom
An awkward silence fell between them. Nigel knew he should say something but could think of nothing that would alleviate her fears. Or his for that matter. His mind was going haywire jumping from conclusion to conclusion. There had to be a supernatural element to their host’s discovery, why else would he invite the Professor? They were there to attempt to disprove it as a hoax and in failing to do so would prove its reality. And over the past few months he had learnt anything involving the supernatural usually ended in a terrifying experience.
He gave a weak smile. Then it dawned on him that perhaps Eve was hoping that her father’s announcement would reveal that he was in league with the devil. It would be easier to dislike a man who had abandoned her for committing evil rather than one that had sacrificed their relationship for an honourable cause.
She looked at him expectantly. He still had to say something. Or perhaps excuse himself. They both couldn’t stand here awkwardly for much longer. He was saved from making a decision by a waiter entering the room. Hearing his footsteps, they both looked up.
“Sir, Madam, everyone is to gather in the ballroom for Mr Crosse’s announcement.” The waiter spun on his heels to hunt for others to summon.
“Time to find out what Father has been up to,” Eve said. “Follow me.”
Nigel followed a few steps behind her. In the lobby men were pouring out of the other rooms. Many walked still in deep conversation. Professor Ashcroft was one of them. Too engaged in talking to his companion he struck the doorframe with his shoulder sloshing his drink over himself. Blushing he carried on walking as if no one would notice his mishap.
Entering the ballroom Eve slipped off to find her mother. Nigel made his way over to the Professor. Already the large room was filling with people. There had to be nearly two hundred guests in attendance. They all took positions in front of a stage at the far end of the room.
“Nigel there you are,” Professor Ashcroft said. “This is a wonderful event. I hope you are learning lots.”
“Yes, sir.”
The Professor had a strong smell of whiskey about him. Nigel looked at the wet patch on his waistcoat from where he had spilt his drink.
“Accident, sir?”
The Professor looked down his waistcoat then pressed his fingers again the damp material. “Oh this. It is nothing just a spilt drink. A clumsy waiter bumped into me that is all.”
The Professor turned away and start talking to the man on his left about cholera. Nigel tuned out when the conversation turned to civil engineering and the building of sewers. Looking around the room he spotted Eve standing beside a furious looking woman. It had to be her mother and she looked as if this was the last place she wanted to be.
The last of the guests entered the room. Even though this was the largest room in the house it felt small with the number of guests crammed inside. The drone of conversations filled the air and nobody seemed to be paying attention as their host walked on to the stage. Unlike the guests that were as well preened as birds on the hunt for a mate he was a dishevelled mess. His long lank grey hair hung down over his shoulders. He wore a faded suit several sizes too big. It may have fitted him once but with his prominent cheek bones and hollow face it was clear he had lost a lot of weight. His eyes were ringed with dark bags. He stood in the middle of the stage fidgeting as if unsure how to summon their attention. Seeing his apprehension, a second man in uniform walked on to the stage.
“Gentlemen and ladies,” the uniform man barked. He sounded like a drill sergeant and Nigel suspected the butler was an ex-military man. “Attention please.”
Silence fell upon the room as the gathered guests looked up at the stage. The butler gave his master a nod then left the stage. Mr Crosse took a deep breath and then looking at his feet addressed the room.
“Thank you for coming tonight.”
Nigel had to strain his ears to hear him.
“It has been a long time since I have been in company and I did not expect so many too answer my invite. For those that have come you will not be disappointed. For I have a discovery to announce. A discovery so important that it will alter the way we view the world. After years of research and development I can announce that I have….
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Option 3 – The Great Discovery
Not for the first time fourteen-year-old Nigel Briggs felt out of place. Since entering Professor Ashcroft’s, employment as his apprentice it was becoming a recurring theme. Tonight, he stood beside the mantlepiece in the large parlour of the stately home enjoying the warmth of the fire against his back. He scanned the paintings adorning the walls, rather than watching the groups of distinguished men sat deep in discussion. Professor Ashcroft was across the other side of the room, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, deep in conversation with an elderly bearded man.
Nigel sighed. This was certainly the most boring party he had ever attended. Their host hadn’t even appeared. Instead he had left his guests, some of the most prominent minds in British science, to amuse themselves. Feeling the need to stretch his legs Nigel left the room. He wandered the hall looking at the paintings. In the dim candlelight he had to squint to make out the finer details in the portraits of family members, biblical and mythical scenes and in one room paintings of black wolf like dogs. He passed pockets of men in small groups so absorbed in their conversation they stood in the middle of the corridors oblivious to his presence. In another large parlour with red walls and furnishings to match he found the wives and mistresses gathered. Feeling even more uncomfortable than with the men he hastily backed out of the room. He passed servants carrying silver trays with food and drink hurrying between the rooms.
He looked down at his pocket watch. Only an hour has passed since their arrival. He wished the Professor had left him at home. He had not wanted to attend, but the Professor had insisted. Their host, a recluse but with a reputation for being a genius in the field of Chemistry, was going to announce a mysterious and in their host’s own words, a monumental discovery that would change the way humanity viewed the world. As some of the world’s best minds would be in attendance the Professor had said it would be an opportunity for Nigel to learn something. However, as expected Nigel had been abandoned to look after himself. He now wandered the corridor ignored and bored. He headed towards the dinning room. At least there was a free buffet.
The room was empty, apart from the large table big enough to sit thirty filled with platters or food. Nigel wandered the length of the table plucking morsels of sliced meats, cheeses and pastry’s as he passed. Nibbling on a pickle and ham tart he stopped by the fireplace. Above the mantel was a painting of a muscular naked man brandishing a flaming torch as he climbed out of a dark hole.
“Prometheus,” said a voice beside him.
Startled Nigel turned to find a girl of a similar age to himself. She was dressed in a dark green ball gown and her brown hair was pulled into a fashionable bun. From her attire she wasn’t a servant, but she was far too young to be a wife or mistress.
“Prometheus?” he repeated his mind preoccupied puzzling over the girl’s identity.
“In Greek myth he stole fire from the underworld and gave it to humanity,” the girl said. She smiled at him, whether it was condescending or not, he was not sure. “It is my father’s favourite myth. He wonders what other secrets of the gods can be stolen from them.”
“Your father?”
“Do you just ask questions? My father is your host. He has invited you all here to show off his latest discovery. Most of his guest are boorish old men and then there is you. At first I thought you must be a servant.”
Nigel shook his head. She hadn’t been the only one. On several occasions one of the guests had forced an empty glass into his hand with the expectation that he would replenish their drink.
“Then I thought you must be some sort of child prodigy, but I think I may be mistaken on that too. So why are you here?”
“I’m Professor Ashcroft’s apprentice. He has insisted that I accompany him so that I might learn something.”
“Well you have learned about Greek mythology, so he was right,” she held out her hand. “Eve Crosse.”
“Nigel Briggs. Do you know what your father’s discovery is?”
She gave a bitter laugh. “It is a closely guarded secret. My father keeps to himself. So much so, that I have not seen him in four years and three months. My mother and I live with my grandparents. Considering we have not spoken to Father in such a long time he still sent us an invitation for tonight. Strange don’t you think?”
Nigel shrugged. “He is obviously proud of his discovery and wants you and your mother there to witness that your sacrifice was worth it.”
“You really do not know my father, but then who does? Did you know that the local villagers believe he is in league with the devil? That he is carrying out inhuman experiments into the occult? That he may have opened a portal to hell?”
A shiver crept down Nigel’s spine. He could not have a night away without tales of the supernatural raising its ugly head. Eve continued not noticing his discomfort,
“If I told the other guests here, they would say the superstitious locals just don’t understand the marvels of modern science. That there is nothing that cannot be explained by rational logical thinking.”
“That sounds familiar.” He had heard those words hundreds of times from Professor Ashcroft.
“But what if science cannot explain it? My father is due to make his announcement at 8 o’clock. I suppose we will then find out who is right…”
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Option 1 – All at Sea
Fourteen-year-old Nigel Briggs leant over the rail and retched into the frothing sea below. Nothing came out of his empty stomach. He pulled himself upright and wiped the tendril of saliva away with his handkerchief. Sweating in the cold sea air he tried to watch the horizon. The thin band of land, no more than a hazy blur, pitched up and down wildly as ship the rolled in the rough waves. Feeling dizzy and miserable he consoled himself that at least the French coast was growing larger.
Only a few hours earlier he had stood on the dock in Dover looking at the small sailing ship with excitement. He had never been on a ship before or to a foreign country. With their destination Paris he had been about to embark on an exciting adventure to explore the French capital. He had been reading The Three Musketeers and had felt like D’Artagnan swept up into a great adventure. Perhaps the best news of all was that Professor Ashcroft had been invited to speak at a conference, so with no chance of being terrorised by a supernatural entity, it had been an adventure to look forward to. Except D’Artagnan would not be incapacitated by sea sickness.
He’s stomach heaved again, and he dry retched into the sea. He straightened up and clung to the rails on weak legs. Why was it always him? The Professor was down in his cabin reading. The man had the constitution of a fisherman.
Somebody was laughing behind him, no doubt at his expense. He had already been the butt of the sailors’ jokes. They appeared to take pleasure in seeing a land lover being sick over the side of the ship. They ran along the pitching deck, attending the sails, swabbing the decks and whatever else sailors did without any indication the ship was bobbing crazily from side to side. He heard the laugh again. He would have ignored it, but it was clearly a woman laughing. He glanced over his shoulder towards the prow of the boat.
A pair of young women, a few years older than himself, were holding on to the prow of the boat laughing with glee as the ship pitched up and down. They were treating the stomach-churning journey as a fairground ride. A few paces away their minder stood watching them. He was a large solid man, a rectangle on legs. Nigel was glad to see that for all he tried to keep a calm face he had a pale green pallor. At least Nigel wasn’t the only one suffering.
Apart from the two women and their minder the only other passenger had been a pock faced man with thinning ginger hair. Nigel had watched him board the ship without saying a word to anyone and then disappear below deck. But since leaving the harbour Nigel had spent most of his time with his head over the edge of the ship, the man could have stood beside him and Nigel would have been none the wiser.
He looked beyond the prow carving into the waves. The French Coast looked clearer on the horizon. In a few hours he would have solid unmoving ground beneath his feet. If a bit of sea sickness was the worst thing he had to put up with, then he had nothing to complain about. Except unknown to Nigel he could not be further from the truth…
Option 2 – The Knight’s Folly
The carriage trundled down the road with only the rocking light of the swaying lanterns guiding its way. The driver huddled in his seat, his frozen hands clutching the reigns as he guided the horses forward. The heavy rain ran down his saturated coat in little rivers that pooled on the seat around him. The road was deserted. It was no surprise at this late hour in such heavy rain. The right wheel dropped into a pothole shaking the carriage. There was an audible curse from within. Cold, wet and miserable the driver was beyond caring for the comfort of his passengers ridding in the dry carriage.
There was a tap on the grate behind him. No doubt his passengers moaning about the rough journey. Well how was he supposed to see every hole in the road at night in the middle of the storm? There was another knock against the grate. The driver tugged on the reigns halting the horses in the middle of the road. Sliding open the grate he was surprised to see the face of the boy looking back at him.
“Professor Ashcroft is wondering if we can stop for the night?” the boy said.
“Of course,” the driver said through gritted teeth. For the past two hours he had asked that question at every inn they passed. Then he had been told to carry on. Now it had suddenly dawned on the Professor that they would not be reaching their destination that night.
“Is there a problem?” the boy asked shrewdly.
“No, no, of course not. If I remember correctly there is a small hamlet about a mile away. It has an inn. Should be able to get a bed for the night there.”
“One moment.” The boy disappeared back into the carriage. There was a murmur of voices as he relayed the conversation to the Professor. Moments later he reappeared at the grate. “The Professor say’s we will stop there.”
“Yes, sir,” the driver said sliding the grate shut.
Fourteen-year-old Nigel Briggs sat back down as the carriage lurched forward. He watched the shadows cast by the lantern dance around the carriage. He had drawn the carriage curtains across the window rather than look outside. Who knew what lurked in the dark along deserted country roads? Better to hide the darkness away than let his imagination run away with him. On the seat opposite Professor Ashcroft continued to read only stopping to grumble about the rocking journey.
“I swear that driver is aiming for every rut and pothole he can find,” muttered the Professor. “He should slow down. We are not in a race.”
“Yes, sir,” Nigel agreed with little conviction. It would not do to remind the Professor that it was he who had urged the driver to proceed with haste. They were heading to investigate a poltergeist. The Professor believing there was no such thing as the supernatural planned to disprove this as a hoax. They had always known they were supposed to stop for the night, but the Professor had been determined to push on as far as they could.
The carriage shuddered to a halt. There was a creaking as the driver climbed down from his seat. Nigel leaned over and pulled back the curtains. They were parked outside a dingy looking inn. Water poured down from the thatched roof. Even in the dim lantern light the white painted walls were stained and flaking. The faded sign swung gently in the wind. The image was of a beast with a head and neck of a snake, the body of a leopard and the legs of a deer. Beneath the monster were the words “The Knight’s Folly.”
“Should suffice for the night,” the Professor said. He looked past the shabby exterior to the warm glow of the fire in the windows.
“Are you sure, sir?” Nigel asked. For some strange reason he had feeling of unease. “It looks a bit shabby, perhaps we would find a better inn further down the road.”
“It is always good to rough it with the common man from time to time. Keeps one’s feet on the ground. Ahh here comes the driver.”
The driver opened the carriage door. His wet hair was plastered to his head. He looked sodden and drenched. No wonder he had raced the horses sat out in such rain.
“They have beds for the night and stables for the horses. I will see that your trunk is taken to your room, sir.”
“Excellent,” the Professor said springing to his feet. He pulled his coat up round his neck. “What a foul night. Not fit for a dog to be out in it. Come along Nigel, and don’t forget my bag.”
“Yes, sir.” Nigel gave the driver a meek smile, picked up the Professor’s heavy leather case, clambered down into the rain and stepped promptly into a puddle. A small stream ran down the side of the road parting as it forked around the carriage wheels.
His foot squelching in his shoe he followed the Professor through the door and into the pub. The sudden blast of heat certainly felt welcoming. The interior of the pub was well lit and with wooden beams cosey. A large fire roared in the huge brick fireplace against the far wall. Working men from the surrounding farms were huddled in groups drinking bitter. There were several mangy dogs, and a harried looking couple were busy serving behind the bar. Nigel closed the door behind him with a bang. Instantly conversation ceased replaced with an uncomfortable silence as all eyes turned to stare at them. Even the dogs eyed them with suspicion.
Nigel swallowed uncomfortably. He had a bad feeling about this inn. It was as if some primitive urge was warning him, telling him to leave. He considered telling the Professor, but knew it was pointless. The Professor would only scoff at him, mock him for being foolish. Better to keep silent and hope that his apprehension was just his imagination…
Option 3 – The Great Discovery
Not for the first time fourteen-year-old Nigel Briggs felt out of place. Since entering Professor Ashcroft’s, employment as his apprentice it was becoming a recurring theme. Tonight, he stood beside the mantlepiece in the large parlour of the stately home enjoying the warmth of the fire against his back. He scanned the paintings adorning the walls, rather than watching the groups of distinguished men sat deep in discussion. Professor Ashcroft was across the other side of the room, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, deep in conversation with an elderly bearded man.
Nigel sighed. This was certainly the most boring party he had ever attended. Their host hadn’t even appeared. Instead he had left his guests, some of the most prominent minds in British science, to amuse themselves. Feeling the need to stretch his legs Nigel left the room. He wandered the hall looking at the paintings. In the dim candlelight he had to squint to make out the finer details in the portraits of family members, biblical and mythical scenes and in one room paintings of black wolf like dogs. He passed pockets of men in small groups so absorbed in their conversation they stood in the middle of the corridors oblivious to his presence. In another large parlour with red walls and furnishings to match he found the wives and mistresses gathered. Feeling even more uncomfortable than with the men he hastily backed out of the room. He passed servants carrying silver trays with food and drink hurrying between the rooms.
He looked down at his pocket watch. Only an hour has passed since their arrival. He wished the Professor had left him at home. He had not wanted to attend, but the Professor had insisted. Their host, a recluse but with a reputation for being a genius in the field of Chemistry, was going to announce a mysterious and in their host’s own words, a monumental discovery that would change the way humanity viewed the world. As some of the world’s best minds would be in attendance the Professor had said it would be an opportunity for Nigel to learn something. However, as expected Nigel had been abandoned to look after himself. He now wandered the corridor ignored and bored. He headed towards the dinning room. At least there was a free buffet.
The room was empty, apart from the large table big enough to sit thirty filled with platters or food. Nigel wandered the length of the table plucking morsels of sliced meats, cheeses and pastry’s as he passed. Nibbling on a pickle and ham tart he stopped by the fireplace. Above the mantel was a painting of a muscular naked man brandishing a flaming torch as he climbed out of a dark hole.
“Prometheus,” said a voice beside him.
Startled Nigel turned to find a girl of a similar age to himself. She was dressed in a dark green ball gown and her brown hair was pulled into a fashionable bun. From her attire she wasn’t a servant, but she was far too young to be a wife or mistress.
“Prometheus?” he repeated his mind preoccupied puzzling over the girl’s identity.
“In Greek myth he stole fire from the underworld and gave it to humanity,” the girl said. She smiled at him, whether it was condescending or not, he was not sure. “It is my father’s favourite myth. He wonders what other secrets of the gods can be stolen from them.”
“Your father?”
“Do you just ask questions? My father is your host. He has invited you all here to show off his latest discovery. Most of his guest are boorish old men and then there is you. At first I thought you must be a servant.”
Nigel shook his head. She hadn’t been the only one. On several occasions one of the guests had forced an empty glass into his hand with the expectation that he would replenish their drink.
“Then I thought you must be some sort of child prodigy, but I think I may be mistaken on that too. So why are you here?”
“I’m Professor Ashcroft’s apprentice. He has insisted that I accompany him so that I might learn something.”
“Well you have learned about Greek mythology, so he was right,” she held out her hand. “Eve Crosse.”
“Nigel Briggs. Do you know what your father’s discovery is?”
She gave a bitter laugh. “It is a closely guarded secret. My father keeps to himself. So much so, that I have not seen him in four years and three months. My mother and I live with my grandparents. Considering we have not spoken to Father in such a long time he still sent us an invitation for tonight. Strange don’t you think?”
Nigel shrugged. “He is obviously proud of his discovery and wants you and your mother there to witness that your sacrifice was worth it.”
“You really do not know my father, but then who does? Did you know that the local villagers believe he is in league with the devil? That he is carrying out inhuman experiments into the occult? That he may have opened a portal to hell?”
A shiver crept down Nigel’s spine. He could not have a night away without tales of the supernatural raising its ugly head. Eve continued not noticing his discomfort,
“If I told the other guests here, they would say the superstitious locals just don’t understand the marvels of modern science. That there is nothing that cannot be explained by rational logical thinking.”
“That sounds familiar.” He had heard those words hundreds of times from Professor Ashcroft.
“But what if science cannot explain it? My father is due to make his announcement at 8 o’clock. I suppose we will then find out who is right…”
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