Mansion of Maleficence by Per Jorner - Introduction - Rules - Start - Sections
You can see no hint of any other message, nor any sign of damage to the skeleton itself. A sudden glint from inside one of its eye-sockets makes you freeze. Is there something made of metal in there? You have no more time to think before one of the skeleton's arms jerks into motion, grabbing your wrist. You yell and try to tug yourself free, but to no avail. Although you don't know it, the restless Spectre of the attic does indeed want your help with something. It needs someone to take its place so that it can move on to eternal rest. But of this you understand little as another hand is raised to your chest, bony fingers piercing your clothes and skin and clutching around your heart. Your adventure ends here, although your pitiful existence does not.