BP2: Betrayal at House on the Hill Session Report

Game: Betrayal at House on the Hill

Players and Characters (left to right)

Maaike Scherff: Missy Duborde (Age 9)

Jerika Ramirez: Jenny LeClerc (Age 21)
Daniel Gonzales: Madame Zostra (Age 37)
Andre Thompson: Darin “Flash” Williams (Age 20)
Devon Powers: Peter Akimoto (Age 13)

It was a cold, cloudless Saturday night. I found myself wandering around a steep, forested hill with four friends of wildly different ages. I loved my friends dearly, and as I explored with them I hoped that no situation would arise where any one of us would betray each other. As we pushed through the dangerous forest brush, we stumbled upon a clearing. In front of us was an incredible, dark mansion. Cobwebs hung from every conceivable corner, the window panes were cracked, and vines and weeds grew around this almost definitely haunted house. “Let’s explore it!” shouted everyone eagerly. Before I could protest, they had run up the steps and flung open the front door. 

Though I was the last one in the house, I was, for some reason, nominated to wander first. As I seriously reconsidered my friend choices, I hesitantly moved into a room on the right. I saw the vision of a frothing madman in front of me. As I felt my sanity slip, I felt somehow empowered by his presence, and surmised that if my mental and physical states could be manifested visually, my sanity would have just moved down one notch and my might would be bumped up a couple notches. My friends all followed in after me, choosing different rooms and paths throughout the house. The pattern of seeing horrible, nightmarish visions pursued. It seemed like with every new room, I experienced a new, traumatizing event.

 As the night progressed, and after five or six rooms of seriously disturbing sh*t, I decided to round everybody up. “Enough is enough, we’re all shaken and miserable, let’s leave.” I pleaded. Everyone seemed in agreement except...

 Peter. He stayed quiet. And as my eyes adjusted to him in the dark, I realized something was wrong. Peter was scratching at his arms and legs with unnaturally long fingernails, his eyes darting from corner to corner. He was pale in color, and his skin seemed to have grown a thin layer of hair. His twitching and moving was unnerving, and as I stared at him in silence, I heard it. Scratching, skittering, from the walls.

 “What is that?!” I cried, taking a step backward. I heard a squeak beneath my foot and a huge, black rat darted across the room and stopped by Peter. Peter stooped down and picked the rat up, stroking its head and grinning so wide that it felt like his face would crack. Suddenly, his voice rang loud over the house…

“FEED!!!!!!!”

Swarms of rats came towards me and my friends while Peter ran off. I recalled a large oil painting in one of the hallways, of a rat like creature in a Pentagram Chamber, performing some rat-god ritual. “He’s looking for the Pentagram Chamber!” I yelled out to my friends. I stomped and kicked and smashed all the rats around me, moving from room to room to destroy them. I knew that if they were all dead, it would be okay.

My friends did the same, and after what seemed like an eternity, all the rats were dead. Our shoes covered in tiny rat blood, we went to find Peter, who was crumpled up on the ground, defeated, having never found the Pentagram Chamber.

 “I would have been invincible…” he sputtered. I reached down and placed my hand on his shoulder, and whispered to him softly “but you’re not. You’re vincible.”

I stood up, walked towards the door, and watched three of my four friends filter out. As I closed the door to the scary mansion, I shed a single tear for my fallen friend. Even if he did turn into some crazy f*cked up rat thing.

As I walked down the hill, victorious, I couldn't help but smile, thinking about my next adventure, and what story I might discover, and how excited I would be if I just so happened to stumble upon another house on a hill.....