The Magnus Archives Starters pt 2
Itâs 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 didnât open it, he would.
They looked like human teeth to me, but I wasnât exactly an expert and I sure as hell didnât want to check closer.
I did start to notice, though, that _____ wasnât doing well.
What I didnât say, is that Iâd almost done the same thing myself once or twice.
It drew me in almost as much as it disgusted me.
As far as Iâm aware heâs never been seen since.
Mostly Iâve just tried to forget about it.
Time generally makes people inclined to forget what they would rather not believe.
I donât know what happened. I mean, Iâm sure sheâs dead, but I donâtâŚ
Drinking and clubbing are my relaxation methods of choice.
Ok, maybe I wasnât quite as sober as I said earlier but I certainly wouldnât 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 aâŚ
Thereâs not much more to say about that, really. The important thing is what happened afterwards.
Something inside made me think that I didnât want a good look inside that room.
Youâll have to excuse me. What I saw is difficult to put down on paper, but itâs 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 itâs a tragic loss of life, etcetera, etcetera.
I just hope itâs not too late already.
A lot of people call me lucky, you know.
You seem like educated sorts, so Iâm 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 â a last day of sunshine before autumn pressed in.
I still get nightmares sometimes.
I feel like I recognise the name â____â from somewhere, though for the life of me I couldnât say where.
ellievsbear
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
blakekathryn
tangentwithtanner
stormborns
titsay