The first thing I did when I got back from the stake out was
to buy William and myself Lugers. Not so hard to find in America so soon after
that damn forsaken war. Plenty brought back from German hands and no doubt
hawked for what booze they could find. Imagine that – fighting down the Jerry
and all for what? To be denied a damn drink.
Quite the eventful day all around. Determined to get to the
bottom of Juju house, William, Llewella and I met with our police contact,
testified to acquire a warrant and went
back with the full force of the law to speak to the proprietor. The shifty
little fellow didn’t fool us and after a brief scuffle they handcuffed him and
we took that little key of his. We found a trap door under the rug and proceeded
downward. We came across a door with a
Kikuyu symbol upon it – I was able to decipher it as symbolising ‘evil’ –
Though that we came to a large stone room – a gigantic stone stopper was in the
middle of the floor and a curtain to the side in an alcove. It was covered in
symbols we managed to identify as bellowing to The Great Old Ones – a bad omen
indeed - William pulled back the curtain and there was a giant brute of a negro
in some awful African mask. What flanked him though was far worse – four
zombies – I thought I had seen the last of their kind on Scotland. Anyway, to
cut it short, William’s, well, affliction, caused him to turn on our policeman,
I was going to run for my life, but as the giant was staying to fight, I
thought better of it. Not going to be outdone by a Welshwoman now am I? With my
new pistol I managed to dispatch a few, William eventually snapped out of it,
and Llewella summoned that beast of hers from another dimension. We were
shaken, but not defeated. I took the brutes mask, his gloves (I believe they
are a weapon made from the paws of a lion), a mysterious silver headband and
the stolen Harvard copy of Africa’s Dark Sects. Llewella has a new staff and a
mysterious copper bowl. Our police needed medical attention, so we promptly
left – and unfortunately, when the Police returned the next day in force, the
place had been cleared out – The stopper gone and a hole filled in. It appears
though that the hole lead to the sewer.
We were tailed
the following day by some dark men, but we managed to shake them. I must say,
I
am awfully glad to be leaving New York soon.
