(CONTENT WARNING FOR SUICIDAL TOPICS!)

I thought I was done with the weird things. I thought I was safe. I just wanted to live my life. I got home after I made my statement, I faced my fear, I thought it was over, and I checked my emails. And there was one from that therapist I told you about, the one who I always redirected people to - god, I feel bad about that now - and he told me he’d noticed I didn’t seem okay. I don’t know how he noticed, and that might just be the most normal part about him too, but he noticed and he told me to come in the next day and we could talk. And look, how was I supposed to deny him? I trusted him, obviously I did. I thought he could help. I just wanted help.

The next morning, I got up early and picked up a coffee, I knew I was going to need it, and then I went and met him. He’s this big guy with curly hair and dressed for winter. And he brings me to this yellow door in the middle of a big wall and tells me just to go through it. I’m super confused because this is such a weird place to have an office, but yknow, I trusted him, so I opened it, peeking in to see a hallway with a few mirrors on the sides, and I walked through. I turned around to see if he was following and, against all logic, there was just more hallway. It hadn’t been like that five seconds before. It shouldn’t have been there. There was no natural way for there to be a hallway behind me. So I started walking. Don’t judge. I know you people at the Magnus Institute love judging. What the hell else was I meant to do? I was looking for a way out. Around ten minutes of walking later, I’ve finished my coffee and I’m thoroughly panicking, but I keep remembering drowning and I can’t help but feel like this is still somehow better than that. I can’t tell if I still believe that, because when I was underwater, at least I lost track of time. When I was in those hallways, I counted every single second that passed. Even as I slept, I kept counting. It’s not like I knew what time of day it was, but I was fully aware of how long I had been in there. It was twelve days I spent in those hallways. Twelve days of walking. I should’ve died. Nobody can survive that long without water or food, right? I shouldn’t have even been here to make this “follow-up”. 

I don’t know how I got out, either. I think it was a mirror or something, I was so dehydrated and desperate by that point that I think I just stumbled sideways into it convincing myself it looked different and broke it, and then I fell through the gap it left. I ended up at the hospital, getting treated. Apparently they’d announced me missing. I told everyone where I’d been and they told me it was “dehydration-induced delirium”. It wasn’t. I know the hallways were real.

I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t. I can’t live with everything that’s happened. How am I supposed to get help when my last therapist was him? I mean, I’ve lost my job, I don’t have any family to live for, I just lose everything I have. Don’t contact me for further information. It’s a waste of time.

Statement ends.

Well, I can't say it was unexpected. Didn't know Michael had a brief stint as a therapist. Though I can't exactly be surprised by that one either.

I... I think this only strengthens my convictions in regards to Helen, if I'm being honest. I'm not trusting her. I refuse to trust her because every time it just ends up in this.

[He breathes.]

I believe I've run of statements regarding Ms. Sheldrake's situation. But... maybe if I...

[Static rises as he tries to know what happened. Soon enough, the same, strange audio when the Distortion is caught on tape plays out.]

[The noise, both the distortion and the static, stop all at once. All that's left is the Archivist's heavy breathing. It takes a moment for him to regain his senses. When he speaks again, it sounds both strained and exhausted.]

I... recording ends...

“This is why we don't use coffins as coffee tables, Josh.”

“Ayyy! The gays!!!”

“Oh, congrats you’ve wandered to Stonehenge.”

“No. Sweetheart, step away from the fucking *Fields of Asphodel.* Thank you.”

“Just some casual dismemberment and supernatural murderous compulsions.”

“AYYYY it’s The Bastard Man!!”

“Yeah I’d have punched that freaky Jack skellington wannabe too.”

“Nooo, take me back to the main plot line 😭😭😭”

“Oh, this guy’s packing. Spirits be warned.”

“You cannot have an episode called ‘Distortion’ and not have the Spirally Bitch™️ (/aff) in it.”

“Mahtyn, Mahtyn, why did you leave this door… aj-AHA-r?!” (I had to.)

“There’s those Lukas family cult shenanigans.”

“Aw but they’re so sweet. Sweet little terrifying newborn cryptids. I like them.”

“SEE. SEE, this is why you needed to be better at teaching them. Because now they’re using live people as cadavers. Dumbass, you had such an opportunity here.”

“Fucking Archives, can’t have shit in this place. Damn artifact storage took my Sasha.”

The armor appears to be rather ornate Gothic plate, though instead of a Sallet, what rests upon his head is a great helm. The patterning—long swoops of raised metal that flow gracefully around his form—almost evokes the image of some lovecraftian squid monster clinging to the knight possessively. The armor's far from new, with dings and scratches marring the polished steel.

You know those big radio masts you see in the distance? Well, I'm the one who maintains them. The one I was working on that day was an older model, built in the 40's for the war, so naturally it lacked the modern amenities the nicer ones have, like elevators. This one was supposed to be about 400 meters tall, one of tallest ones in the UK, and I was being sent up to clear ice off the main structure. We had to do this often, as ice is pretty common on these, and too much can cause a collapse. It was a foggy day, so I couldnt see the top as I was ascending. The ladders these ones have arent the most substantial, so movement is pretty common. As I continued up, the fog only got worse, until I could barely see the next few rungs. As I kept climbing, my barometric altimeter started bugging out, reading I was first at 200 meters, then 8000, then 0, and then it broke. I thought nothing of this, as equipment malfunctions were common and I didnt really need to know my exact altitude. As I reached my first stop, I pulled my ice ax out and started chipping away at the inches of ice that had collected on the steel frame. This took about half an hour, and by the time I was done, the fog had only gotten thicker. As I approached my second stop, about 300 meters above the base, I found that the ladder was broken. I made a note of this, and, despite being against safety protocol, started climbing along the outside of the mast. This is hardly uncommon, as the ladders were made as cheaply as possible, and you get used to it. I kept climbing, and as I got to what I thought the 400 meter mark would be, the tower didnt stop. So I kept climbing, maybe I had just lost track for a moment, but an hour later, I knew something was wrong. I had climbed for much longer than I thought I would need to to get to the top. I checked the markings on the tower, but those had been scratched out. So, naturally, I kept going. After 4 hours, according to my pocket watch, I had reached the top. When I climbed atop the mast, and started to chip the ice away from the main antenna, I looked out, and the fog was gone, but I still couldnt see the ground. I realized that I must be much, much higher than I thought. Atleast 3 kilometers. Once my work was done, I readied myself, and jumped off the tower, in a northern direction, trusting my parachute would keep me safe. But as I fell, the ground appeared no closer, and I fell far longer than I thought I should. Almost 10 minutes later, the ground appeared below me, far, far too close. I grabbed my parachute deploy line, but still hit the ground at nearly 50 miles per hour. It's a miracle I didnt die, but as it is, I can never walk again.

Atleast the hazard pay was good.

I'm really sorry that you can't walk, but I'm glad you didn't die tho, also please don't put yourself in danger like that again please

This is definitely The Vast tho, and I would say Lonely too cause of the fog but maybe not, although you were by yourself so maybe

Seriously tho, dangerous as hell, glad you're alive tho, and probably don't work with places with heights again

When my mom was taking care of my brothers when they were toddlers, she slept in the room next to the staircase and beneath that staircase was a bathroom. It just so happens my brother only uses that bathroom no matter what. When she was going to bed, she heard him go downstairs and the bathroom light turn on. When she went downstairs, he was not there. She went back upstairs, and both my brothers were still in bed just as she left them. Thinking there was an intruder, she grabbed them and put them in the car for safety. She swept the whole house and found nobody. This happened multiple times until she screamed at the house “In the name of the Holy Ghost, leave me and my children alone”

It stopped after that.

She also went to the Whaley House when she was about 6~8 months pregnant with me. Anytime she entered the dining room, I began to panic in her belly and kick. The tour guide explained a man named “Yankee Jim” was hung on the property and may explain why I, a fetus in development, only panicked in the dinning room. She tested every room and I only moved an abnormal amount in the dinning room. And trust me when I say this house is haunted. An uncounted number of people died there in it’s long history. It is the united state’s most haunted home for a very good reason.

Ayeee bathroom ghost! (Maybe???)

Also that does not explain how a nonexistent you would panic, like how did you know, are you a medium or something?? Also congrats to your mom for being a professional exorcist apparently

(That's one creepy ass house-)

Just after I left seventh grade, I began to have dreams weirder than any I'd experienced before. They featured a large cast of characters, but one in particular kept showing up. He had messy brown hair, olive skin, and often wore yellow clothing. He showed up in nearly every dream I had in this sequence, until August third of that year, the last time I saw him.

My best friend at the time had an older sibling that I got along with, who had just graduated high school. This older sibling had gotten a new boyfriend over the summer, a young man with messy brown hair, olive skin, and yellow as his favorite color, who they had first met on August fourth. His speech patterns were the exact same as I remembered from my dreams, but he didn't remember me even though I remembered him.

Ever since my friend and I met this new person, who I'll call P, we began to have paranormal experiences, spiking especially during summer breaks, and everyone who we would tell about P's existence began to have them as well. Deals resembling those of demons, vengeful dead appearing in possessions to help or harm us, alterations of memory via what I can only describe as some sort of magic, and many, many more I would rather not name for the sake of brevity. There's always other statements I could submit on those.

I stopped talking to those friends for personal reasons, and by extension I have not been in nearly as frequent contact with my former friend's older sibling. Ever since then, these paranormal experiences have stopped, and P and my friend's sibling broke up. I have never heard any news of P since.

The strangest part, though, was his link with the sun. Somehow, wherever P's partner went, it would only rain at night, and sunlight would follow them during the day. That doesn't happen anymore, I think. Whenever I try to bring any of what happened up to this former best friend, who I have recently begun speaking to again, he denies that any of it was ever real, claims that everyone was just in a strange mental state or lying for some kind of attention from the rest of us. But I can tell he knows better.

Statement ends.

Sorry that happened to you, hopefully nobody got too badly hurt from them, and that you don't have to see P again

Idk which fears they could be tbh. Obviously The End because of the ghosts, Eye maybe cause you saw them in your dreams, and possibly Spiral cause of the memory altering. I would say Vast because of the sun thing, but idk if that's Vast related, and I'm also willingly to say stranger, but idk