A Lovely Weekend in The Country
taken from the notes of miss. rose mobury

It was ever such a lovely weekend and I was very much looking forward to seeing everyone, especially Miss Bloome who is always so chic. I met Miss Fawcett at the station and Lady Violet sent a car for us both. It was quite a bumpy ride and not at all helped by Miss Fawcett who rambled on about museums and artefacts and other such terribly dull topics. It transpired Lady Violet had sent all her servants away except some strange looking chap called Ted who seems to be well favoured in the household. So we all chipped in with the cooking and I learnt how to make mashed potato, which was fun but I don't think I'll repeat the experience. At some point Lady Violet got terribly upset and was having a rather heated discussion with Dr Lawrence. It appeared that Lady Violet had a secret guest she kept locked in her boudoir. I was rather shocked until we all realised it was just her husband who had gone quite mad. Lady Violet had kept Hugo locked away in the turret of a remote Scottish castle for years just like Mr Rochester in Jane Eyre.

Anyway, we all sat down for dinner except Mr Slim and Mr Vorster who were still expected. Lady Evelyn was telling us all about Tutankhamun's tomb and how her Father had actually found it many years ago and not recently as we all thought. I think he found a box with a spikey thing in it and some scrolls but they were taken by some Egyptian chap who is dead now. Lady Evelyn had had to take Mr Carter to tea to find out all this information but just as she was getting to the interesting bit silly Mr Flynn picked up a kettle and hurt his hand. He was shouting very loudly over such a little scald and managed to release a big evil demon that happened to be bound in his tattoo. We only realised this later of course, at the time all the lights went out and Captain Leighton saw the enormous hideous black thing walk across the room. The power was completely out and we had to light all the candles. Then we started hearing big roaring noises which were frightfully scary. If that wasn't bad enough dead people started to bang at the windows and doors trying to get in. The gentlemen were ever so gallant and went to fight the zombies. Mr Flynn just moaned about his little burn and Flora had to tend to him. It seems Zombies are awfully hard to get rid of and they just kept reappearing, banging and scratching the doors. They are also extremely ugly and smelly, probably because they've been dead a long time. For some reason I was doodling, presumably due to the stress of the situation and my pictures looked a little like the cave outside the house. Some of our party fought back the nasty smelly Zombies to look in the cave where there was lots of funny writing on the wall. Of course Miss Fawcett knew what it was and sat scribbling away for ages.

	It turned out to have been there for hundreds of years and was written by the people who were burned in the cave for being witches. There was a big triangle symbol there as well and lots of little ones kept appearing round Lady Violet's house. At the end of all her deciphering Miss Fawcett decided that Mr Braithwaite would have to take off his clothes and swim across a lake to find another symbol thing. Of course we couldn't do that at night with all the dead people around. One of them was a little old lady dressed in white and the ladies distracted her and drew her to one of the windows whilst I grabbed at the pendant round her neck. It had the triangle symbol on as well. I think Mr Slim had arrived by this point and he was very hungry after running though the woods to avoid Zombies. The gentlemen decided that we needed to take shifts to keep everything safe whilst the others slept. Mr Flynn offered the first shift which was just as well as after all he was responsible for everything. Despite his undoubted vigilance, I had just got into my pyjamas when I heard a noise. I opened a bedroom door to find a Zombie coming towards me and no sign of the negligent watchman. After that foul creature was disposed of we all tucked up into bed only to be awoken by Celia screaming and jumping out of bed. She had been bitten by a poisonous zombie spider and had to dance for several hours to save her own life. All the ladies helped poor Celia who was in such terrible pain and Sarah played her gramophone to bolster her spirits. Eventually her pain eased and she could rest, but then we heard a strange noise in the gentleman's room. Captain Leighton had a terrible dream and woke up with real squishy wet eyeballs in his hands. He was really very upset after that. The eyes turned out to belong to Lady Violet's husband who was found dead later in the woods. I think we all had a little sleep although the terrible thundering growls continued all the night getting louder and louder. After a hearty breakfast an expedition set off to the lake to retrieve the second pendant. Mr Vorster was met in the woods on the way where he had been killing Zombies all night single handed. Mr Braithwaite nobly volunteered for the onerous duty of swimming the lake, whilst the ladies looked on anxious no terrible occurrence would befall him.

He found a little box with a pendant and a scroll with yet more scratchy writing which Miss Fawcett seems to understand. We all had lunch and after much discussion agreed that we needed to find a way to speak to poor Hugo who for some reasons knew the name of Jack's demon. Hopefully then we could put the demon back into Jack before it did even more terrible things with people's eyeballs. Miss Fawcett gave us direction from the writing to find the final pendant and scroll which was in a little cave up a hill. Several of us set off and encountered yet more smelly zombies on the way. Once we had the final scroll and pendant it appeared we had some sort of magic spell which enabled us to speak to dead people. All we needed was a little Rosemary, earth…oh and a heart from the freshly dead corpse. I found the Rosemary and Flora set about preparing the other item. As the ritual must be only at night we had some time to wait and several of us busied ourselves preparing the ritual ground. Miss Fawcett very usefully had a ritual which would put the horrible demon back into Jack. An occurrence we were all very eager for as he was really rather frightful without it. Then Lord Arthur surprised us all by getting out his huge heavy weapon. He had been travelling with his enormous sword which only he could wield with any effectiveness. He suggested that with Captain Leighton's help he would try to weaken the nasty demon so it could be seen. I think we were all rather shocked but sure enough Lord Arthur dealt the creature a hefty blow before succumbing to its terrible strength.
What a courageous and impressive gentleman he was, and I'm sure the League will always honour his memory and remember him with the respect he deserves.

	In stark contrast Mr Flynn was becoming increasingly difficult and downright rude. Whilst we were all trying to raise our spirits by a little harmless sing-a-long to Sarah's gramophone the nasty man actually shot it causing irreparable damage. Sarah was so upset but not a word of apology was uttered by the unconscionable Mr Flynn. The moon eventually rose and we all solemnly trooped down to the ritual spot. Mr Riley, Dr Lawrence an myself all took our places at the triangle points, whilst the others nobly defended us from zombies and the evil demon. Dr Lawrence spoke words which I wouldn't dare repeat whilst lowering Hugo's heart into the central fire. It felt like we chanted for such a long time, and then I felt a prickly sensation down my spine. Dr Lawrence seemed to talking to someone we couldn't see and Huge was actually with us. Very obligingly he gave the demon's name. We all rushed to Mr Flynn who was held down whilst the gentlemen inscribed over his tattoo and uttered the words Miss Fawcett had interpreted. I was aware of fighting in the darkness beyond the fire but could see little and I'm sure the demon was there, huge, black and terrifying. Then suddenly it all seemed calm and the night was again still. The terrible roaring ceased and the only the crackle of the fire and the wind in the trees was heard. Mr Flynn has his demon returned and let us hope there it remains. Celebrations were had, although subdued in honour of Lord Arthur and Lord Charteris. The next day I wore my new pink day outfit and we collected together to reflect on the weekends events. Puzzles still remain however, such as what are the spikey things and what do they do? A letter from Mr Black was read, in which he expressed dissatisfaction on information passed to him so far. Sarah had already left due to the disagreeableness of a certain league member. The rest of us parted before lunch. Grateful for Lady Violet's hospitality but somewhat perturbed after what was intended to be a lovely weekend in the country. Note - The controlling representatives of the Estate of Sir Reginald Cranbury and of The League of Crimson would like to state that the above text may be biased and/or wildly inaccurate in places and is generated from the imprssions events left upon a single person. We would not wish League members to clutch at any conclusions they may misguidedly draw from the above without consulting a designated and impartial other, however, we kindly thanks Miss Mobury for allowing us to use her personal notes in this manner...

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