WARNING
The following game contains scenes of disturbing nature.
Cthulu will occasionally manipulate graphics, sound, and controls in an unusual way. This is perfectly normal, and it is unlikely to be a problem with either your game disc or your sanity.
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September 6, 1915 A Local Disturbance
Evening
I guess I'm becoming a victim of my own success. After closing the last five cases so fast, the papers have been calling me a local hero. But I just had a run of lucky hunches, that's all. I'm just another cop doing his job.
So there's a disturbance at a local residence. It's probably just a bunch of kids hopped up on moonshine. Why call in a detective?
Maybe the uniform boys are sore at being out in this weather, and they want to share the joy with the "local hero". It wouldn't be the first good-natured prank I've had to take since those newspaper reports.
I don't know, though - something doesn't feel right. It's more than just a regular bad feeling - it's hard to explain, but it's strong.
I'm probably just tired. Those dreams don't help. I can't remember when I last got a good night's sleep - must be a month, at least. Right about the time I started my run of lucky hunches.
The dreams have been getting worse lately. I'm almost afraid to close my eyes. Bourbon helped at first, but not any more.
The lack of sleep must be affecting my nerves. Well, jitters or not, I better get going.
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