Help wanted

As one of the uk’s hero’s we have called you here to help with a mystery…

We need to send you to London, we’ve lost all contact with the city, find out why!

You wing-suit in from a Fat Albert plane, as you glide through London air space you glance back to see your plane crumple and explode, moments later your wing-suit turns to dust leaving you free falling, as wind whistles by your ear you pull your shoot, thank god it opens and you land on the Cobbled street of old London!

You speak into your radio mic and realise two things 1. There is no reply or even static

2. There is no mic or earpiece

As you decide to press on , solving this mystery maybe your only way home, you take a moment and realise it’s not just the cobbled streets that are wrong, the buildings are all out of a Shakespeare play but new. You realise that it is highly possible you have, you and London have gone back in time….. you check your pockets, all your gear is gone.

You turn a corner and a strange fog slowly rolls in , it only appears to reach your ankles but as you step forward it rises, the air is cold and a cloud of breath leaves your mouth. A hunting laugh reaches your ears as a shadowy figure runs off into the fog. You rush to ware you saw the figure, a door has been left open, you decide to enter….

Before you lies the lobby of a two story town house,one step in and the door slams shut behind you with a clunk you realise you are locked in. No helping that, as you glance around you see the service corridor that leads to the kitchen and double doors on either side of you. Your’e ears pick up the eerie sound of a child’s music box somewhere above you. Looking now at the grand staircase you notice drops of blood at it’s foot, following the drops with your eyes you see a large dark pool several steps up, as you focus on what you believe to be more blood, a thud slams the floor above. You rush upstairs avoiding the stain only to see more blood drops trailing off to the left, you call out……no reply comes, you spot the blood trail leading to a open door, cautiously you approach the door pushing it wide, a bedroom, sprawled on the floor is a young woman, it appears she has fallen from the blood soaked bed to the floor. Not holding much hope for life you move to her side, rolling her over you gasp in horror, her clothes have been torn open to reveal a deep cut from chest to groin……….. her hand grips you week and cold, in a blood gargling death whisper she say………RUN!

Now limp and stone cold dead you cover her body with a blanket from the trunk at the end of the bed. A floorboard creaks and your muscles tense, you stand turning just in time to see the shadow figure plunge his blade deep into your chest…………..JACK?

Fin