We go down the tunnel. Elihu spots an earring on the ground. The sewer starts to get wider. We start walking double-file. we notice that the floor of the tunnel is getting slick and smelly. The upper brickwork is super gross. There is a shallow puddle of gross crap all across the tunnel. Nothing sus about the puddle but we do have to cross it. As we cross through the crap, a torrent of raw sewage comes out on top of us, but we dodge out of the way.
In the mud in front of us, there are odd footprints. Hoof like. There are some people who are freaked out about the hooves. I am not. Malcolm scouts ahead and hears a noise like goblins. I take some pictures of the hoofprints. There are more noises behind us. We go forward and plan to quietly attack the monsters ahead of us as the ones behind us seem to be more.... We go down 100 feet and the side tunnel.. we see some more hoof prints that are fresher looking. We hear the large party behind us get louder. But then it gets quieter.
Malcolm scouts ahead and hears a different noise. He sees a mass of rats. He shoots it. The noise behind us gets louder! We run forward. Elihu and Randall have torches. I have a saber. They get closer. We forge ahead. I just stay behind Elihu. We try to get through the rats. They split around Elihu because of the torch. It attacks me. I kill it! The noise behind us gets louder. We fast walk ahead to put space. A noise behind us stops.
One of the walls ahead, on the left, some bricks fell out of the wall. The bricks indicate that something broke through the brickwork. The bricks were pushed out into the main tunnel and we see that the tunnel has a look of being burrowed out by hand or claw. We could walk down it. They found a small four-leaf clover bracelet charm. Ruth Hall's parents noted that she had a charm bracelet. Shod feet and cloven hoofprints. We walk for 45 minutes. Then we hear a distant rumbling. And then a squealing.
Another 45 minutes. We see a faint glow ahead. Around the bend. Steady lantern light. Opens into a cavern. Elihu sees two young women. And a man in his late 20s. They are seated on what look like wooden stools. Their clothing is torn and dirty. Artist canvas propped up before each of them. A selection of oil paints, crayons, and pencils are before them. Somebody speaking in a guttural voice.
I walk into the room. The art students and their instructor are in the space. He is a loathsome human-looking creature with rubbery canine features. He is sporting an artist beret atop his head. Long-handled brush like a pointing stick. Yips and such. He's talking about still life. He points toward a corpse. There is gross stuff on the corpse. I am an obnoxious student. I try to interrupt.
Oh yeah. Codeword is Jenga.
I knock over an easel. They ask us for help. There are paintings propped up. Inspiration. The paintings are macabre. Very disturbing. Forboding.
The instructor is very irritated with me. I am naughty. I ask about some paintings. I draw on it. He says that he needs someone removed! ME! Two creatures come in to remove me. I take pictures! "I'm trying to learn! I'm so into Jenga!"