Four festive murder mysteries for the table. A patriarch dead beneath the tree, twelve guests snowbound with a secret, a choirmaster knifed in the vestry, and Father Christmas poisoned in his own grotto. The roads are closed. The phone is dead. No one is coming. You will find the killer yourselves, before the mince pies go cold.
"The roads are closed, the line is dead, and someone wants you in their bed... of suspects."
Under the tree
Each tag is a complete evening for six to twelve players. These four are being wrapped now. Join the waitlist and we will tell you the moment each is ready to host.
Snow has closed the roads and the telephone is dead. One hour before midnight mass, the patriarch is found beneath the Christmas tree, a glass of brandy beside him. He had called a family meeting to change his will. Not everyone was pleased.
A reclusive millionaire invites twelve guests to celebrate "the most important acquisition of my life," telling each something different. By morning he is dead in a locked study, and the small wooden box from under the tree is gone. Several people know what was in it.
The Christmas concert has ended and the mulled wine is flowing. Then the choirmaster, a man who knew everyone's secrets, is found dead in the vestry. A single wound, the robes on their hooks, and the collection tin, fuller than it should have been, empty.
The store is locked for Christmas, only the skeleton staff inside. At seven in the morning, Father Christmas is found dead on his throne, the grotto till emptied. He had been watching everyone since October, and he wrote it all down.
Why a Christmas night hits harder
The roads are closed and the phone is dead. No police until morning. The people you love most are the only suspects you have.
Wills, grudges, affairs, old debts. In these families, everyone had a motive. The game is working out who also had the opportunity.
Carols, brandy, firelight, and a body under the tree. The cosier the room, the sharper the betrayal when it lands.
Private dossiers on each phone, the story on your TV, the host in quiet control. Nobody reads from a script. You just play.
Coming this Christmas
The Christmas Files are being wrapped now. Join the waitlist and we will tell you the moment the first parcel is ready to host, in good time for your own snowbound evening.