FRIG IGHTNIG IGHT ASYLUM BY Pete Lynn
Writ t en en by Pete Lynn Add it it iona iona l riti w n g: g:
Adrian Bott & Ian Sturrock
E d dit i t e e d by Mark Ricketts, Kerry Lewis, Adrian Bott, and Ian Sturrock C ver o o A r t: Shaun Thomas C ov ov er er de si si g g n: Chris Pepper Interior A r t:
Shaun Thomas, Marico Fionito and David Esbri
Int erior erior D e esi s i g g n a nd layout: Jamie Wallis P r o o uc d d t t io i n o M a a n a ag g er: e r: Tracey Richardson
Published by Hogshead Publishing and Greywood Publishing
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www .hogshead.demon.co.uk www .greywood .greywoodpublishing.com publishing.com
First Edition: Sept 2004 ISBN: 1899749616
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CONTENTS
Read this First How to use this Suppliment
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Keeping it Scary Darkness Sound Conflicting Realities Hallucinations The Staff The Inmates Sinister Clues Overwhelming Authority Real People - Unreal Situations Character Classes The Rich and Famous
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The The The The The The
Actor Artist Millionaire Pop Idol Sports Star TV show Host
Skills New Skills Skills Table Feats Feats Table Celebrity Feats
Adjusted Combat Rules AC bonus Alone in the Dark Rules on darkness Chase Rules for Fright Night Run Away! Running, Scampering, Scuttling and Oozing Run! Run! As Fast As You Can! Ranges Falling Over, Tackling, and Being Pushed Into Things Resisting Fear
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The Scare All Alone With No One To Help You "If it bleeds, we can kill it" Feeling Ill or Revolted Madness and Phobia Sudden Madness Prolonged Insanity Long-Term Help Medical Drugs and Other Substances Injections Oral Medication Gas
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Medication Anesthetics (local) Anesthetics (general) Antiseptics Sedatives Equipment
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31 Introduction 31 Background 32 PC Backgrounds and memories 32 The Kidnap: Reality and Insanity 32 What is going on 33 Timeline 33 A note about the Characters: Plot Twist 36 Key Characters 36 Hofas Madness Table 39 Wicca And Neopaganism 40 Supporting Cast 44 First Floor 46 Asylum Maps 48-49 Second Floor 53 Third Floor 56 Basement 57 Outside Locations 59 Conclusion: Showdown 61 The Beast's Action Table 62 62 63 -64
Crazy Over the rainbow, I am crazy Bars in the window There must have been a door here in this wall When I came in … -
Pink Floyd, The Wall
Moonlight shone through the bars in the window. The woman's head was shaven and her body emaciated, spotted with bedsores. As she rocked back and forth, the metal cot clunked on the wall. She huddled in a fetal position on the bare mattress and pressed skinny hands over her ears. The roaring of the blood in her head was like surf. That usually quietened the voices, but she could still hear them. The voices were always there, foreign bodies in her mind. Sometimes they were random words, odd little metallic phrases she overheard without sense or context, like a crossed phone line. Sometimes they were whole sentences, threatening her, warning her, telling her to look at things, narrating what she was doing, sometimes mocking her. The evil ones were the worst. They made ice water well up in her chest. They snagged like clothes on brambles, little twists and tugs of malice. Sometimes it did not seem like the voices were real. When they gave her the pills, it made her head feel woolly and muffled. Her limbs felt weightless then. Everything was syrupy, slow and safe, and her mouth tasted gray and stale. There were pills in the morning and pills at night, with a little plastic cup of Kool - Aid to wash them down. Tonight they were very bad. They were chanting again. Maybe it was because the moon was full. She dimly remembered that lunatics were called that because Luna was the word for the moon. Witches' moon. Dogs howling at the moon. Moony loonies. They were getting louder. Now they were drumming, or the blood in her head was. It was gibberish, random nonsense. Nya hag ba than rya neb saggath, went the dry pulse in her head, as if many people were chanting together at once. She wanted the television on, craved its colorful noise, but the television was dark and silent in the lounge and it was long past lights - out. She knew she shouldn't be here. There was nothing wrong with her. She wasn't insane. Everyone else here was insane, but she was fine. She smiled in her secret knowledge. All she had to do was wait it out. Eventually someone would notice the mistake and she could go home. She was suddenly optimistic. The chanting in her head kept on, so she showed she was not afraid of it by singing along. She didn't know the words, so she just sang 'muh muh muh,' and rocked the cot hard so she could drum along. What if someone heard? She caught herself. What was she doing, mumbling and thrashing about like a crazy person? A wave of panic caught her and dragged her down. She felt out of control. Something was wrong. It was the drugs they kept giving her. They were putting LSD in the Kool just like Jonestown. -Aid, The doctors were doing things to her body, too. They cut her with their knives and took bits of her out. Panic mounted and she felt her heart going boom in her ribs. There was a feeling of pressure in her head. She lay suddenly still and tried to swallow but her throat was dry. The voices would not stop. The scar on her belly itched. She could not remember if it was old or new. That was where the doctors had taken her innards out with cold metal. She was supposed to be under anesthetic when it happened, but she remembered them leaning in, their faces all big in her view, the bright light, the gleam of the scalpel blades. So, she must have been awake. It seemed to her that she should scream, so she screamed. Someone across the corridor, locked in another room, huddled in another bed, screamed too. The soft chanting, coming from nowhere, went on and on, a horrible meaningless whisper too low to hear clearly, too loud to ignore. Screams began to rise from room after room. Beds banged against walls in rhythm. Above, the moon was bright.
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