Nocturnal Delerium

Guess Who's Eaten for Dinner?

Heading into the room to investigate without calling Troy, the crew quickly ascertained that someone had gone through the window. Searching the room turned us some personal effects of a man named Damien Carson, including a metal breifcase hidden under the bed. A letter identifying Mr. Carson as an independent contractor for Universal Mineral, hinted at potential danger. Misty and the professorremoved the breifcase from the room and took it next door to try and open it. After several failed attempts and some acrid black smoke escaping from the breifcase, Troy was able to open it when he returned only to find the contents had been destroyed.
Metal briefcases
In the meanwhile Brandon and Shane went outside to see if they could help whomever had gone through the window. After trudging through some waist deep snow it became clear that behind this hotel was some sort of steep ravine. The darkness of the night combined with the swirling snowfall made it impossible to tell how deep it was. For a few moments they called out below, only to be greeted by their own echoes faintly carried on the wind. They went back in and spoke to Jenny at the desk about the room’s occupant and the need to contact the autorities. When they were returning upstairs Brandon connected the men in black they had seen earlier to the crime. Clearly they had thrown Mr. Carson out the window just before the team of investigators checked into the Clearwater.

Suddenly a woman screamed from up on the second floor. The scream attracted quite a bit of attention and soon the halls were filled with sleepy, but curious guests. The woman who screamed was Mamie Hesley restless and unable to sleep she had been wandering around the hotel. Shane and Brandon had passed by her on their way outside earlier. Shane escorted people away from the room and with the help of Eddie the Bellhop they kept the guests at bay until local law enforcement arrived.

Sheriff Willheim and Deputy Dumont arrived and conducted an investigation into the events taking a special interest in the team of investigators once they found out they had entered the hotel room before contacting the authorities. The sheriff began interrogating them one at a time in the hotel conference room. It was Misty that slipped up and got caught in a lie. The sheriff convinced her to turn over evidence taken from the room. Brandon handed over the letter and no mention was made of the briefcase. It was clear they were under suspicion and despite threats to arrest them, the Sheriff only warned them not to leave town and to stay out of his invesstigations.

The team went to sleep after discussing the incident and doing some research. In the morning they would head into town to get supplies and invsetigate further. Exhausted Troy slept soundly with Cindy’s intoxicating scent still with him. With all the excitement of the snow storm and the accident, the amazing evening he’d just had with a woman who had no idea who he was, and the murder next door he had almost forgot that tonight was the 1st, and the moon would be full. Almost…

Moon over snow

Snowed Inn
A funny thing happened on the way to Utah.

Coming out of the Eisenhower Tunnel the snow really began to fall. It wasn’t long before it was clear Troy was going to have to get off the interstate and find somewhere to spend the night. After watching for an exit with services, the members of Ghostlight Paranormal Research and Investigations found themelves headed down a mountain highway towards Snowflake Valley and a town called Miner’s Folly.

Snowflake 1

Around midnight Troy spots a figure coming out of the woods onto the roadway. Reacting swiftly he slams on the brakes of the van. The snow kept the van from stopping in time, for a breif second the figure was illuminated in the KC lights before a sickening thud reverbed through the the van. Able to maintain control of the vehicle as it came to a stop, Troy moved quickly to try and provide help. After grabbing a flashlight, Brandon jumped out of the passenger seat to join him. Not to be left behind the others piled out, gathering at the rear of the van and searching the drifts of snow for signs of life. While Professor Matsuda called 911 and reported the accident and their position via GPS.

The flashlight fell on the old indian wrapped in the blanket, just as he was raising his right hand with his fingers splayed out pointing at the members of the team. Shane drew a brace of pistols and leveled them at the old man as he began to chant in some ancient language. Nothing happened though, the old man’s medicine must not have been that strong. He holstered his guns realizing the threat was empty.

Misty surveying how bad the scene looked went back for her medical bag. As the she advanced through the deep powder toward the old man he began to get to his feet and limp away down the mountainside. Her pleading and reassuring the old man did no good. Standing in the taillights of the van and watching the wind blow the snow around the man is swirls he quickly dissapeared. The team decided agianst tracking him in the storm at night, and climbed back into the van to reach town. The 911 operator informing them that a search and rescue chopper was enroute and that they should report to the Sheriff’s office in Miner’s Folly.

At the sherrif’s office in Miner’s Folly, the team met Deputy Sean Dumont a friendly local that came off a bit anxious. The town was blanketed in snow and the Deputy informed them that they could spend the next several days waiting for the roads to be cleared. He pointed them in the direction of the Clearwater, a new hotel in town asking them to drop his name when they checked in.

At the hotel they were met outside the front doors by Eddie the Bellhop who assisted in unloading and parking the van. While they were checking in and making arrangements for rooms Brandon and Mistyspotted two men coming down the stairs from the right. The two men were suspicious, Shane had seen their type before, hired guns working for cattle barons no doubt. They left the hotel without checking out and drove off in a black SUV. After Jenny the night manager informed them of their discounted rate for snowbound travellers and that the resteraunt would be open all night. The team stowed their gear in adjoining rooms and met in the hotel bar.

Dr. Cynthia Carmichael was already there and caught the eye of Troy and she seemed just about to brush him off when she recognized Professor Matsuda from a physics conference where he had been a guest lecturer. Cynthia found herself playing footsie with the jock under the table while maintaining a stimulating conversation with the professor, she was delighted in the turn the night had taken. After a few more drinks her attention wandered more from the conversation and more to the physical response she was having. Screw it, she thought I can talk to the professor in the morning. Cynthia invited Troy to her room and while she was gathering her purse, she checked for condoms.

Brandon and Misty decided to call it a night and headed up to the rooms. A few seconds later Shane heard his name being called by Brandon from across the hotel. Snatching up his wiskey bottle and the wine soaked professor, Shane ran to Brandon’s aid. Investigating strange thumping sounds from the room next door, Brandon and Misty had discovered the window in the room next to them had been broken out and they could see something that looked like blood. The four of them went out into the hallway and found that the door to room 212 wasn’t latched. Shane drew a pistol and pushed the door open.

From the doorway the scene revealed itself as the door swung open. Broken lamp, clothing and luggage strewn about, signs of struggle, broken glass, and lots of blood-soaked snow near the window. The jagged maw of the window framed by the same deep red drapes in their rooms. Suddenly with a gust of wind and flurry of snow the door slams shut on the security latch with a loud thump.


I'm sorry, but we no longer support this web browser. Please upgrade your browser or install Chrome or Firefox to enjoy the full functionality of this site.