Aeon Horror

Horror LARP in NW England

Whatever happened at Swift House on the night of the 25th of July, 1958? It had all started so well with guests arriving, introductions made, and gifts exchanging hands. Conversation and wine flowed and dinner eagerly devoured…

In total, twelve corpses were found on the Swift’s property. Three of them were identified as the Swifts themselves, the others were found to be guests attending a birthday party, and a single member of household staff.

Rites of Passage

The God Egg was the home of an embryonic god from another reality which had been laid to gestate in our own plane. It had the appearance of a large, strange, not-of-this-world rock resembling some sort of obelisk.

The God Egg

Colorado. A lonely waystation with a grim past sits on a treacherous pass of the San Juan Mountains. Between 1860 and 1880, no one could have guessed the events that took place there and in the surrounding area just 10 years before. Sure, there were stories told of a lost pioneer family and their belongings as they attempted the dangerous route during a bad winter, but stories are stories. Just fanciful things to entertain and educate. “Don’t go up there during the cold seasons”, they said. “Don’t even try – the mountains will swallow you up just as it did that poor family in 1849, and any others who’ve been stupid enough to head that way since.”

The Legend of Lullaby Pass

Welcome to recruitment. You have been chosen because you are in possession of qualities or skills which are deemed Useful. The following exercises will display how you use qualities or skills under pressure. Your behaviour throughout these exercises will be monitored. Your actions or inaction will all go towards your final result. There are no right or wrong answers, however, you may find that your actions have effects to the benefit or disbenefit of you or your group.
Further instructions will follow.

The Room

“My dear young man… Please excuse the manner of this message, but I have a lot to say and my health puts me in a position where I feel that writing it all out might take too much of a toll on me. I have many people to reach. And I do have to admit that these cameras are rather fun.

In short, yes, please do indulge me while I attempt to lay out the situation in which I find myself. Necessity forces me to be brief, but there is only so much I can omit for the sake of haste. Nonetheless, I apologise if this account leaves you feeling somewhat overwhelmed.
I’m also sincerely sorry for the burden that I am about to lay at your feet.
This, dear Christian, is the tale of my life as a result of Dr Samuel Whittaker…”

Crying Foul