Day 1,034

During the late 1800s, Queen Victoria popularised a rare delicacy among her court. It was considered so utterly taboo that the only records of it exist within a single page of her diary that went on to describe the origins of the delicacy, the cooking process and which members of her court claimed to have previously tried it out in one of the many colonies.

The delicacy in question - human flesh and the origins - three small villages in the Scottish highlands that farmed children like cattle, aiming to produce the most tender and flavoursome meat for her majesty's sumptuous feasts.

The disease that spread to Queen Victoria's court was only mentioned briefly, a short list of symptoms jotted down at the very end of the diary that detailed the famed feast with a check mark beside five of them and a circle around the final one - a constant craving for human meat.

It is a scarcely known fact that those who ate at these taboo feasts are still alive today, safely guarded within the three hundred or so properties that have been entrusted to the National Trust. Their now inhuman wards remain drugged and contained to their rooms, all safely locked away from the public while their personal belongings are displayed for the world to see.

Occasionally someone will stray from the safely marked areas and wander into a room that should have been locked. The will never be seen again. Occasionally an almost-two-hundred-year-old creature will awaken from their drug induced haze long enough to scrape and clatter about their rooms, drawing attention where none should be and forcing the immediate closure of the entire property until the threat can be put to sleep once more.

Remember which rooms you find locked in the old English mansions and listen for their occupants carefully. Some are far quieter and far more cunning than their kin and all are eager to feast once more.