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"Statement of Marcus- there no last name."

"Oh- um I rather  say so it not there.."
"and why is that?." His word creased like an old piece of paper
"Well.. um- it's really not your business"
"Are you just staling"
"Why would I do that?"
He looks to me under his glasses
"Okay fine!..it's [REDACTED]"

"Oh well... Marcus [REDACTED] Archival assistant at the Magnus Institute Regarding?" "Well..you going to think it's funny really an encounter Michael!" I smiled as Jon gives a heavy sigh unseeingly committing to what could lead to being staged rather than irregular trick of there's "statement record direct from subject June, 17 2017 audio recording by Jonathan Sims head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London statement begins"

"This was yesterday just around my lunch break just before actually applying, ..and I was already getting the feeling that the day was going to be as bright as it showed, like most lunch breaks I would go to that small cafe on main street?. Going up like I would normally and well there he was!." There was a smile but there was no amusement toward jon on this. "the strange figure giving an eerie shadow, like you know seeing something in our peripheral view it's a complete panic to just to find what it is. Normally I would just pull it off as something rational like a bird flying around me or a fly anything like that, but sense everything with prentice there was way I could, why I couldn't I! And with the whole thing with Jane prentice- " "say on topic..." having him sigh under his breathe before having me continue "s-sorry..with the case being seeing what I- saw...was well, disturbing! it wasn't exactly presentable or well-kept? even the shirt which you could practically see a mile away. the twisting pattern could immediately take you off your feet making you sick in the long run. with a heavy brown blazer? And a scarf tightly around "his" neck, it was the middle of June so why was this "man" wearing all of these layers..Seeing "him" just walking-" Jon then paused me for a moment "wait-how do you know it's this "he"

as he made these questions I gave him as shaky answer, as I pulled my hair back.

"well I mean you've met this individual right? And there no real evidence that it's a person.. it's was always described as a "it" right? specific?"

Jon immediately stops recording

"how do you know this"

squinting his eyes at me

"it's in the archives?" he sighed

"no how do you know that-..aughe.. will speak of this at a later time"

the recording started again

"statment resumes,"

"so do I just?.."

he displayed his hand out to continue

"...s-stepping into the cafe, I guessed "it" would regularly go in at that time? As it looked to be a routine though as I was waiting in line I could see the strangest thing, a tall-haired glasses-wearing woman with a strange unnaturally look thoughts it did, I could even mistake her as Sasha.. " there was a slight pause as this was said.

".. it looks to be talking to her with a formal presence, with the chances I got I would look over to it. for the most part I thought I was watching it, though it was watching me, it's gaze would naturally go to me every time I turned away it staring right back, It just gave me the chilled feeling starring back like it was replicated. Though by the time I could get another look at it I could finally tell it was watched me. I could only to think to run out.. though afterwards  I kept getting the feeling that I was getting watched.."

"Statement ends..those you said that there was someone who looked like s-sasha?"

"I guess so?"

"you've mentioned there was a preson that had the same description?"

"Yessss.."

Jon gave an abrupt look as this person that had given there Statment had been in clear delusion.

"Jon.. Don't look at me like that.."