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[MARTYN]
Statement of Martyn Littlewood, regarding a Ghost Hunt experience at the most haunted place in england.
Statement recorded from the subject, me, at 3:07, June 28th, 2023. Scott told me I could use these things to cool off. Statement begins
[MARTYN(STATEMENT)]
Uhh, my buddy Ren invited me to go ghost hunting with him two weeks ago. It was just gonna be me, him, and his friend Doc.
We were, uh, gonna check out the ancient Ram Inn. I've always been a bit of a sceptic myself, but according to Doc, the place "really makes you believe". I googled it, and learned what to and not to say to the spirits there. Be respectful, call Elspeth by her name and not "The Witch", ect.
The first thing I noticed was that it was... freezing. Terribly, Terribly cold. I was shaking like a leaf before we even got in, and it just got worse from there.
It felt like Ren wasn't taking it seriously at first. He wasn't. Then... Well, then we tried the Estes method.
The first thing he said, and I remember this so vividly, was "Tag". It stuck with me so much. It repeated for a few seconds, then... This one was worse. It said my name.
"Martyn. Martyn. Martyn."
I wanted to throw up. We let it answer a few more questions, and then... we went up. First, to the witches room. I insisted on them not calling her the witch, cause then we wouldn't get anything- if there was anything to get.
The rest of the hunt was pretty normal, you know, what you'd "normally see" in the ancient Ram Inn. Just... I don't know.
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[SCOTT]
Oh, Martyn.
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THE LIFE INSTITUTION
Fanfictioninspired by sixteenthdays's "From the Archives" au on ao3. please ignore the fact that some words are spelled the way americans spell them, i'm writing this on my phone.
