Arkham Noir: Case #2 – Called Forth By Thunder

Randolph Carter is sitting across from your desk. "The state police have strongly advised me to stay out of the area." One dead companion and two others missing, presumed dead; Carter was old money, which went a long way towards explaining why he wasn't in jail. "Uh huh" is all the enthusiasm you can muster. He continues: "We were looking into the creeping death stalking the locals. Poor, squatter types, descendants of the Dutch colonists that once claimed the land. Typer put me on to it, and now he's nowhere to be found, of course. Things got out of hand, and I wonder if you’d finish looking into it for me?" Old money trumps no money when the rent is due, so you tell him you'll motor out to the Catskills and poke around. "Bring an umbrella. There are an awful lot of storms in the area."