Written up the Sunday morning after each game, over coffee, before I forget what they did and while I still remember what I meant to happen instead. Real dates first, then the date in the game. Players, if you're reading this: no, you may not use it as notes. Make your own.

SESSION 29 · Saturday, June 19, 1999
In the game: September 6, 1924. "Arrival."

A new case. Mr. Craddock drives everyone up the coast in the Packard to Wexcombe, where a Miskatonic geology professor named Alton Swarts went to study the salt marsh in August and did not come back. They take rooms with Mrs. Amanda Roush, the postmistress, who rents out her upstairs and knows everything that has happened in Wexcombe since the Civil War. She tells them about the three drownings this summer, all fishermen, all near Chapel Rock, all at night. She does not tell them about the bell. She assumes they'll find out. Miss Buchholz wires her editor. Her editor wires back: CHURCH SUPPERS ONLY.

SESSION 30 · Saturday, July 3, 1999
In the game: September 7 and 8, 1924. "The Church Supper."

A short one, for the holiday weekend. The investigators attend the Sunday supper at the Congregational church, where the Reverend Oliver Griggs is friendly and nervous and changes the subject every time anyone says "Chapel Rock." Baked beans, brown bread, and a village that has agreed among itself not to talk. At three in the morning, at dead low tide, every one of them is woken by a bell ringing out on the water. The chapel on Chapel Rock has been empty since 1870. Its bell was taken down that year and sold for scrap. Everybody in the village knows that. Everybody heard it anyway.

Damage: a bell that isn't there. 0/1 all around. Just a little something to start with.

SESSION 31 · Saturday, July 17, 1999
In the game: September 9, 1924. "The Marsh."

On the postmistress's advice they go out across the marsh to see old Alpha Stringer, who lives alone in a shack on a hummock out there and is said to know the old songs. She does. She sings them one. I will not tell you what it was about. On the way back it gets dark sooner than it should, and there are lights out in the reeds, and something keeps pace with them on the far side of a creek. Mr. Amaral, at the back, slips off the plank bridge into black water up to his chest, and for a few seconds something has hold of his ankle.

Damage: Mr. Amaral, twelve points in under an hour. Indefinitely insane. A man raised on fishing boats who cannot now look at deep water. Phyllis said, "Oh, that's perfect," and I have never loved a player more.

SESSION 32 · Saturday, July 31, 1999
In the game: September 11 to 14, 1924. "Arkham."

The party retreats to Arkham. At the university library, a helpful librarian, Miss Ada Steward, finds the last thing Professor Swarts asked to see before he left: a little printed book of psalms, from Wexcombe, 1690-something, that the library keeps locked up and nobody has asked for in forty years. Professor Ivey reads it. Of course he reads it. It takes him two days, and the psalms are not about anything a Congregational church would sing. Meanwhile Miss Buchholz and Mr. Craddock talk their way into Swarts's rented rooms and find a tide table for the month of September with five dates circled in red.

Damage: Professor Ivey, a fair bit of Sanity, and some Cthulhu Mythos that he is not going to be able to give back.

SESSION 33 · Saturday, August 14, 1999
In the game: September 17, 1924. "Dinner at Ravensholm."

Mr. Anthony Barrington, of the Barrington shipping line, owns the big gray house on the point above Wexcombe, and he knows Mr. Craddock from the yacht club, and he invites the whole party to dinner. Lobster, a cellar that has never heard of the Eighteenth Amendment, and a charming host who offers to pay for a search for poor Professor Swarts. His housekeeper, Mrs. Lucille Moody, takes the coats. Dr. Hoye shakes her hand. Afterward, in the Packard, he is very quiet. Jesse has written something on a piece of paper and folded it up and given it to me, and I am the only one who knows what it says.

Damage: Dr. Hoye, a little. Everybody else, nothing yet, which is how you know it's working.

SESSION 34 · Saturday, August 28, 1999
In the game: September 19, 1924. "The Boathouse."

They split the party after dark. (House rule six.) Mr. Craddock and Mr. Amaral, fortified, break into the Ravensholm boathouse while the others watch the house. Inside they find Professor Swarts's notebook and his spectacles in a tackle box. Then something comes up the boat ramp out of the water, slowly, and stands up. Mr. Craddock gives it both barrels. It does not appear to mind very much. Everybody runs, and everybody makes it, which at this table is a kind of victory. Mr. Amaral had to be carried past the water's edge, which Mr. Craddock did, and which Bart would like on the record.

Damage: Mr. Craddock and Mr. Amaral, a lot. Dr. Hoye and Miss Buchholz saw it from the lawn, so, some. Professor Ivey recognized it from the psalms, and that cost him more than seeing it.

SESSION 35 · Saturday, September 11, 1999
In the game: September 20 to 22, 1924. "Consequences."

Deputy Harry Decker of the county sheriff's office arrests Mr. Amaral for breaking and entering, on the word of Mr. Barrington's gardener. Miss Buchholz writes a very sharp story about it, which her editor runs, for once. Mr. Craddock pays the bail. Dr. Hoye goes to see Merrill Hanson, the one fisherman who was pulled out of the water alive in July, and who hasn't said a sensible word since; he says something now. And the party reads the professor's notebook, and the five red circles on the tide table turn out to be the lowest tides of the month, and the lowest of all is September 24, which is two days off.

Damage: light, by our standards. They needed the rest. I handed out three clippings, which are on the clippings page.

SESSION 36 · Saturday, September 25, 1999
In the game: the night of September 24, 1924. "Low Water."

The lowest tide of the month. The sea goes out farther than anyone in Wexcombe has seen it go, and for a few hours you can walk out across the mud and the weed to Chapel Rock without getting your feet wet. All five of them go. Mr. Amaral goes, too, a bottle in his coat and Dr. Hoye's arm through his. In the empty chapel there's a stair going down into the rock that nobody had found because it's under water three hundred and sixty days a year. At the bottom, a room. In the room, the bell. And the tide has turned.

We stopped at 12:40 in the morning, with the water coming down the stairs behind them and the bell beginning, very softly, to ring. Nobody wanted to go home. Carl had already gone to bed. Next session is Saturday, October 9. I have two weeks to decide how many of them get out.

Damage: to be determined.