The Roaring Twenties

The New York City nightlife is legendary and with the market going nowhere but up, you and everyone else have been living the high life. But you’ve started to notice things aren’t quiet right in the Big Apple. A strange social club has found it’s way into the city with odd hours and bizarre membership rituals. Your friends aren’t staying out as late anymore, but nobody has particular to say why.

That is when the dreams started.

You’ve been having dark dreams of horrific creatures roaming the streets of NYC. Residual trauma from the Great War, perhaps? Who knows, but you’ve been intent to keep quiet about it. Absurd sightings of supernatural beings tearing others apart is the realm of the insane, and without a trace left behind of any wrongdoing, who would believe you? You can’t even be sure what it was you saw. But you do know one thing for certain: someone, or something, is drawing you deeper into Manhattan.

Lately, the dreams have become more frequent. This last time you were awake.

Now you find yourself outside the columns of the New York Stock Exchange. It’s dark and there’s a chill in the air. You aren’t cold; there’s a warm breathe at the back of your neck.

The Shadow Over Wallstreet

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