When he arrived at six, he hadn't expected to see anyone dead. That was the least of his expectations ... He hadn't even known the detective, and he felt somewhat responsible for his death. If he had come along instead of wasting his time with the Widow Merriweather, he could have made sure that they stayed out of the attic.

Walking around the room, he memorized the look on each and everyone's faces. The pale skin. The empty eyes. It must have been horrible. Especially for the young singer ... No woman should be subjected to such terrible things. Wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, he looked into her eyes, and tried to say something, but ended up turning away instead.

The night was young, though. And there was plenty more to come ...

Sunrise, perhaps, not being one of those things ...

Tor sat down in one of the corners shiwering because of the cold wind.

-The one who said I would end up with a boring life should be shot.

Joseph was beginning to get increasingly edgy. First the events that he could not explain, the murder and now this ritual which apparently they were going to conduct, it all seemed... so unreal. Defiant of common logic. Nervously he opened his briefcase and loaded his rifle with the ammo within, drawing back the bolt, in preparation to fire if necessary. This done he moved to the shadowy edges of the room, where he stood, ready.

Someone watching their watch saw the clock tick over. Midnight. The ceremony begins.

12:00 PM

The chanters as one begin the chant. A few stumble at first speaking the strange words, but after a few minutes, everything seems alright. The Latin speaker has no trouble speaking it, giving his allies a chance to stumble and continue without breaking the chant. Ten minutes pass, with nothing but the chanting to pay attention too. The Watchers look both inside and outside the house, looking for anything suspicious. There is no sign of the creature so far.

12:10 PM

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12:20 PM

Everyone is tense and on edge at this point. No one knows what is going to happen, but it seems to be going well so far. Then someone hear something, and the next thing you know, there is a horrible SMASH from the attic as the beast returns, leaping into the attic. The quick and brutal return startles some and makes a few chanters skip a beat, but the others continue on. You hear a snuffling as the creature seems to be sniffing you out. After a few seconds, it stops, and you hear a growl.

It knows what you are doing. And it is angry.

William pulls out the pewter crucifix he had brought with him. Silently he says a Pater noster in his mind.

Clara fumbled a bit when she heard the monster, but she knew she couldn't give up, so she concentrated on the chanting, trying to put the monster in the back of her mind.

12:30 PM

The beast has not even started. Suddenly there is a horrible howl of fury, and you hear the beast rumbling around in the attic. Suddenly there is a BOOM that shakes the whole house to it's foundation. The walls quiver, and random trinkets fall from shelves. There is another boom, adn a third. The howling and screams from the attic continue, the beast raging about with supernatural fury in the attic. Panic hits a few of you, but once again a few of the chanters hold in there, and the others return quickly. The fury seems to go on and on, until the raging and horror fade to the background, the Chanters intent on their duty, and the Watchers eyeing the roof warily.

William looks up towards the attic with fear in his eyes. He crosses himself.

" In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Pater noster, qui es in caelis,
sanctificetur nomen tuum.
Adveniat regnum tuum.
Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra.
Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie,
et dimitte nobis debita nostra,
sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris.
Et ne nos inducas in tentationem:
sed libera nos a malo. Amen."
He says, but his voice is paralyzed with fear so he only mouths the words.

The beast rages forever it seems. The walls shake and quiver like aged paper, looking ready to fall apart at any second. The ceiling shakes and wobbles on the verge of caving in. It goes on and on, a hideous unending war against the house. And just as it seems the house will collapse under the Lurkers's Fury, it stops.

The profound silence of nothing but the chanters "hymn" strikes at your core, almost as disturbing as the raging. You know it must be plotting, it must be desperate to stop you. It is at least as intelligent as any human, and it wishes to stay and be free, to feed, to kill more. The watchers look at each other, but their gaze inevitably falls back on the roof to see what the beast is preparing next.