The Magnus Archives Starters pt 2
Itās not a bad job, really, as long as you can handle the smell
You encounter weird things in this job all the time.
One look at his face and I knew that if we didnāt open it, he would.
They looked like human teeth to me, but I wasnāt exactly an expert and I sure as hell didnāt want to check closer.
I did start to notice, though, that _____ wasnāt doing well.
What I didnāt say, is that Iād almost done the same thing myself once or twice.
It drew me in almost as much as it disgusted me.
As far as Iām aware heās never been seen since.
Mostly Iāve just tried to forget about it.
Time generally makes people inclined to forget what they would rather not believe.
I donāt know what happened. I mean, Iām sure sheās dead, but I donātā¦
Drinking and clubbing are my relaxation methods of choice.
Ok, maybe I wasnāt quite as sober as I said earlier but I certainly wouldnāt have called myself drunk.
It was closing in on midnight when I saw her.
I heard her loud and clear when she leaned over and asked me if I wanted her. I said yes.
I felt like a complete asshole for having brought the issue up
I know, I know, she was vulnerable and I feel like an aā¦
Thereās not much more to say about that, really. The important thing is what happened afterwards.
Something inside made me think that I didnāt want a good look inside that room.
Youāll have to excuse me. What I saw is difficult to put down on paper, but itās the only way to explain why I had to do it.
And yes, I admit here I set the fire myself.
Show it to the police for all I care, I just need someone to understand.
The flat burned for a very long time.
Obviously itās a tragic loss of life, etcetera, etcetera.
I just hope itās not too late already.
A lot of people call me lucky, you know.
You seem like educated sorts, so Iām sure you read in the papers how that went.
To be perfectly honest I expected him to be dead within a week.
Were I prone to flights of fancy, I daresay I would call his words portentous.
I began to reconcile myself to the fact that he was dead.
How are you doing, old man?
Heard you had a bit of a close call.
Still, those are musings for poets, among whom I do not number.
I remember that the weather that day was beautiful ā a last day of sunshine before autumn pressed in.
I still get nightmares sometimes.
I feel like I recognise the name ā____ā from somewhere, though for the life of me I couldnāt say where.
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