After crossing the murky fog of the lake’s surface in a rusted canoe, you locate the secluded islet. Upon landing you immediately spot it, tucked into the woods. A rickety shack with a dimly flickering glow streaming betwixt the violet vapors. After a small bit of fumbling you are able to break in. Immediately your nostrils are bombarded by the funk of rot and mold. Steeling your nerves, you hold oyur breath momentarily and push forward.
You find a portrait on the wall if the image of some amphibious half-creature with three eyes, a decaying pelvis, and two clawed appendages. It is surrounded by four numbers. Beneath the artwork you find a plaque reading “One _________________ Night”
In the center of the shack is a seal cresting the floor. You’ve seen this before on the plaque in the church. It pulses with a faint luminescence. Afixed atop the central point of the sigil you find the mutilated viscera and remains of someone or something. Most probably Tina G. They are an unrecognizable mass at this point. You’d best be leaving soon…
There is an altar in the shape of a giant clawed frog foot. There are bloody streaks left where it looks like an item used to be.