Subject Report: Luca McKenna
Note: due to the nature of this investigation, certain names and information will be redacted for the safety of those involved.
Description: On November 3rd, 2025, we had received word of a possible new victim of ███ ████ ██ ███ ██████, simply referred to as Mother. The report claimed there was a man located in █████████, ON, by a group of college students who had encountered him at a bus stop. They claimed he had some type of facial deformity and looking at him was “uncanny, like when [they] looked at him, they just knew that wasn’t what [the subject] should actually look like.” While initially written off as unrelated due to the report not matching previous information regarding the state of Mother’s previous victims, the Director ordered that we bring in the man identified as Luca McKenna in for questioning. We made contact on November 4th, and upon meeting Mr. McKenna, we deemed it necessary to bring him in for an interview as well as conduct further testing.
Luca McKenna is a college graduate from █████████ College, having graduated back in 2024 and is residing in a house off campus with originally two other roommates. Before the events of November 3rd, one of them had moved out of the house. McKenna is in his early twenties and 162cm tall, and he is of average build and health, though tests indicated he is lacking in vitamin D. In previous photos of McKenna, he is seen with curly black shoulder length hair, dark eyes, and a unilateral incomplete cleft lip, located under his left nostril.
When he is being looked at, McKenna’s facial features will change instantaneously. His eyes will become incredibly wide and round, his nose will shrink and almost flatten completely save for the very tip, which will become pointed. His mouth will shrink and his cleft lip, while still visible, will not be distinguishable between a cleft lip or scarred lip. His jawline will become sharper with his chin coming to a pronounced point. This change does not seem to hurt him, though he reports that he can feel when his face changes and is very aware of when people look at him.
McKenna can still record himself and take pictures of his face and experience no change, but if he is being watched on a live video feed then the change will occur. Observing videos and pictures will show him as having his original face, but McKenna himself will still experience the change. When being looked at, the observer will instinctually know this is not what McKenna is meant to look like, even if they have not encountered him previously. While tests are still being conducted, it appears that his face has no harmful anomalous properties, and that any feelings of fear or discomfort an observer may feel is purely subjective. It should be noted that the original witnesses described him as appearing “like a Tim Burton character,” to which some researchers familiar with Burton’s films have corroborated this, going a step further as to say he looks less like a Burton character and more like “if you gave a human the facial proportions of one.”
The audio log transcript below is from an interview conducted on November 6th between Dr. Locke and Mr. McKenna. McKenna was reluctant to the idea of a face to face interview, even when offered masks and other facial coverings. After a brief back and forth, he agreed to the interview on the condition he and Locke were in two different rooms or had a wall separating them. A booth was assembled for McKenna, built similarly to a ticket booth with the window replaced with an opaque plasterboard, complete with a small opening at the bottom to pass items and documents back and forth. There was no security feed showing the inside of this booth at the request of McKenna. The only security feed available shows Locke sitting in front of a booth while a guard stands by the door.
LOCKE: The date is November 6th, 2025, and the time is 2:45 pm. This is Dr. Jacob Locke speaking, here to interview Mr. Luca McKenna. Luca McKenna was brought to our facility two days ago on November 4th following a report we had received the day before regarding his condition. Should all go well, this will be our last test before we begin the discharge process.
MCKENNA: (unintelligible)
LOCKE: I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear that.
MCKENNA: Are you seriously letting me go home?
LOCKE: Yes, should this interview go smoothly. We’ve run all the tests we needed to, so there is no reason to keep you here.
LOCKE: Alright, now I know you’ve answered these questions already, but I’m going to ask you anyway for the record. Your name is Luca McKenna, yes?
LOCKE: Age and birthdate?
MCKENNA: October 2nd, 2002, and I’m 23.
LOCKE: Good, good. Now, do you prefer if I call you Luca or Mr. McKenna?
MCKENNA: Um, Luca’s okay I guess.
LOCKE: Great. Now before we get to the incident, I want you to tell me about yourself. Your family, growing up, school, anything you think is relevant.
MCKENNA: Okay. I was born at a hospital in Toronto, and I was premature. I was born at 30 weeks and my mom says I had to stay in the hospital for almost two months because of some other health things. I don’t remember what it was, but I’ve been fine since then so I don’t think it matters. I was an only child, had loving parents, and I had friends at school. I did get picked on a bit because of my lip, but most of the kids liked me or just didn’t really care.
(At this point, the sound of McKenna tapping his fingers on the desk as he thinks is audible.)
MCKENNA: We weren’t super rich or anything but we lived decently, at least until I was in high school. I was 16 when my dad died. Car accident, he was on his way to work and the other driver had a stroke or heart attack behind the wheel and drove through a red light. Doctors said he died on impact and didn’t suffer, but it… it was rough. Especially on mom.
LOCKE: I’m very sorry to hear that.
MCKENNA: Things were tough, but I managed to graduate high school. Took time off to work for a bit and save up for college.
LOCKE: You attended █████████, correct?
MCKENNA: Yes, I was in the carpentry program. It’s what my dad did when he was around.
LOCKE: Was this also when you met your roommates?
MCKENNA: Just ████. I’ve been friends with ███████ since freshman year of high school. We weren't super best friends, but he was also going to █████████ for a different class, so it made sense for us to stay together.
LOCKE: Alright, and you all graduated in 2024?
LOCKE: Alright, that’s all I needed to know for your background. So suffice it to say, you had a fairly normal life up to this point.
MCKENNA: Pretty much, yeah.
LOCKE: Okay. You’re doing great, Luca. Now, can you tell me about what happened before the incident at the bus stop?
MCKENNA: I’m not sure where to start.
(Dr. Locke begins looking through a file. He pulls out a photograph and slides it to McKenna through the opening. The photograph in question depicts McKenna as well as three other individuals dressed in Halloween costumes, with McKenna in the centre dressed as a vampire. The photo was posted to social media on November 1st, two days before the report.)
LOCKE: Let’s start with the party, the last time you were in public before the incident.
(McKenna takes the picture and is quiet for roughly thirty seconds before he slides the picture back to Dr. Locke.)
MCKENNA: My friends invited me to a Halloween party. It was October 31st, and it was also Friday night, so things got crazy pretty quickly. I’m not a big drinker so I only had a couple drinks. I got home at 2 am I think, and pretty much went straight to bed.
LOCKE: Did either of your roommates go?
MCKENNA: No. ████ had already moved in with his girlfriend so they did their own thing, and ███████ was packing for a trip back home. His dad was having surgery and his family lives pretty far away, so he needed to be up early.
LOCKE: I’m assuming you didn’t see ███████ when you got home from your party, either?
MCKENNA: No, he was in bed already.
LOCKE: Alright. So you returned at 2 am and went straight to bed. What happened the next day, November 1st?
MCKENNA: I remember waking up late, probably at ten or something. It was ███████ knocking on my door asking if I was alive, and I said no, as a joke, you know. He said he was leaving and to take care, and then he left for home.
LOCKE: Did he ask you through the door, or did he come in?
MCKENNA: I think he cracked the door open so I could hear him.
MCKENNA: No, I don’t think so. I was under the covers and I’m a side sleeper, so I wasn’t facing the door. He probably just saw my hair if anything, but he didn’t see my face.
(Dr. Locke pauses to write in his notes before returning to the questions.)
LOCKE: So what happened after ███████ left?
MCKENNA: I got up eventually, and I remember having a really bad headache even though I didn’t actually drink that much. Not enough to get hung over, I don’t think, but I drank from the punch bowl so who knows what was in there. I took some advil and drank some water, and then I mostly just hung out in my room. Occasionally I got up to go to the bathroom or get something to eat, but that was it.
LOCKE: So you stayed inside November 1st.
LOCKE: Did you talk to anyone?
MCKENNA: I texted people, but I didn’t talk to anyone face to face.
LOCKE: And what about November 2nd?
MCKENNA: I was feeling better, so I spent the day tidying up the house.
LOCKE: Did you talk to anyone or go outside?
MCKENNA: No, I just spent most of the day cleaning, and then I played video games until I went to bed. I think it was 11 pm.
(Dr. Locke begins writing again, then goes back to questioning.)
LOCKE: This brings us to November 3rd, the day of the incident. Now, I want you to tell me in as much detail as you can what happened that day. Even if it seems unimportant, we need to know so we can understand what happened.
MCKENNA: Alright. I woke up before eight, and decided to have a shower before I got breakfast. My face looked fine in the mirror before and after my shower. I ate breakfast at around 8:30, and I was going to make some coffee to go with it but I didn’t. The milk was expired, so after breakfast I decided to go out and get some, and a coffee.
LOCKE: Where did you end up going?
MCKENNA: I was going to the nearest gas station or convenience store that happened to have a Timmies, or was close to a Timmies. Whichever came first really.
LOCKE: So what time did you end up leaving?
MCKENNA: It was pretty chilly so I had my hood up, and I was also wearing my headphones when I was walking. I don’t think anyone saw me or was really paying attention to me anyways.
LOCKE: Tell me what happened at the bus stop.
(McKenna takes a few seconds to answer.)
MCKENNA: I only stopped because I had to tie my boots and I didn’t want to be in the middle of the sidewalk. I was sitting on the bench, and I was still listening to music, so I didn’t hear them come over.
LOCKE: You are referring to the witnesses, correct?
LOCKE: And you knew them, right? You're friends?
MCKENNA: Only █████████, but she's more of a friend of a friend. She’s the girl in the witch costume in that picture. I don’t know the other two.
LOCKE: I see. And what happened when █████████ and her friends came over?
MCKENNA: She said hi at first, but I didn’t hear her because of the headphones so she tapped me on my shoulder. It made me jump at first, and I pulled my hood down to look. When she looked at me… I don’t know how to describe it but I felt like there was something wrong with my face the moment we made eye contact. She was smiling for a second, and then she looked shocked, and then she looked… scared.
MCKENNA: She started freaking out, and her friends did too. I took my headphones out and asked what was wrong but she… she just kept asking me what happened, and I asked what she was talking about, and her friends tried to calm her down. I kept asking what was wrong, and she asked what happened to my face. I was scared now, and asked what she meant, but she was still freaking out.
LOCKE: What happened next, Luca?
MCKENNA: I started touching my face, and it was wrong. I know what my face looks and feels like, but somehow it felt different. I turned my head, and I happened to be standing right by a shop window. I… I saw my reflection, and I…
(There’s an audible sniffling noise.)
MCKENNA: I just remember I was screaming when I ran home.
LOCKE: Your retelling lines up with the witnesses’ claims, not that we doubted it. Now, you say you can’t describe what it felt like when your face changed, but I want you to try, just so we can have the information.
(McKenna takes a moment to compose himself. Sniffling is audible. He takes a deep breath.)
MCKENNA: The closest I can get is when you become aware of your own breathing or blinking, or, like, how the clothes on your body fit. I don’t know how else to describe it when my face changes. I’m just suddenly aware of it, and… and I think I also feel people staring at me.
LOCKE: Can you describe that as well?
MCKENNA: It’s just the weird feeling you get when you feel like you’re being watched.
LOCKE: Okay. You’re doing great Luca, we’re almost done with the interview. I have one last question, and then we’re finished.
MCKENNA: Are you really going to just let me go? Aren’t I some… weird anomaly thing?
LOCKE: Yes. Confidentiality prevents me from disclosing certain details, but rest assured, you will be going home if all goes well.
LOCKE: Now, the final question I have for you. Leading up to the incident, were you having any sort of sleep troubles?
LOCKE: Were you having any sort of issues with your sleep before the incident?
MCKENNA: I… well… I don’t know. What type of sleep problems?
LOCKE: Anything that would be out of the norm for you. Having difficulty going to bed and waking up on time, or suddenly getting a good night’s rest after a history of insomnia without the use of medication.
MCKENNA: I mean, the last time anyone saw me was Halloween, and my sleep wasn’t great because I was hungover. It was the weekend too, when I usually stay up at night playing games or watching movies, and then I wake up late.
LOCKE: Did you have any sort of strange dreams, or perhaps a lack of dreams?
MCKENNA: Dreams. I had a dream when I went to bed on Halloween. I have weird dreams sometimes because I like to watch weird movies, and I usually write them down so I can remember them for later. I had one on Halloween, but I was too hungover and tired to remember to write it down.
LOCKE: Do you remember any of it?
MCKENNA: That’s the thing, I usually forget them, but this dream… it was more of a nightmare really, but I remember most of it. I think I remember all of it.
LOCKE: Tell me about the dream.
MCKENNA: What does a dream have to do with anything?
LOCKE: Luca, I cannot stress how important it is you tell me what happened in the dream.
(It’s at this point Dr. Locke opens his notebook again and begins writing down the details of McKenna’s dream as he recounts it. His writing is audible in the recording, and continues until the conclusion of the interview.)
MCKENNA: It was right after the Halloween party when everyone was waiting for their rides to come pick them up. In real life, I got a ride with █████, ███████’s girlfriend, but in the dream she drove off without me. So I was just waiting for someone to pick me up, watching everyone else either get into a cab or uber or ride with their friends. Eventually, I was the only one left. There weren’t any cars, all the houses had their lights off, they didn’t even have lit pumpkins anymore. It was just me, and the streetlights. So I waited a little longer.
LOCKE: How long did you wait?
MCKENNA: I don’t know, it felt like hours but I don’t think it was long. I gave up at some point and started walking home. I walked my usual route, and it was so quiet. There still weren’t any other lights other than the street lights. I even passed by some stores, and they were completely closed and dark inside.
(McKenna begins tapping his fingers again.)
MCKENNA: I think… I think I was two blocks away when I stopped walking. I couldn’t see my place from where I was, but I could clearly see where I needed to turn to get on my street. I just had this weird gut feeling, like… I don’t even know, but whatever it was, I didn’t feel safe going down that way.
LOCKE: Did you keep going?
MCKENNA: Where I stopped on the sidewalk, there was an alley next to me. My friends and I used it as a shortcut a handful of times. It was dark, and I didn’t want to go down it, but I got that feeling of being watched, so I went through it anyway. When I went down it, the feeling of being watched didn’t go away, but it changed. It wasn’t like being watched anymore, but more like… don’t let whatever is watching you know that you know it’s there. I just… I just had this sinking feeling that if I did anything to acknowledge it, something really bad would happen to me.
(McKenna is quiet for a moment. He lets out an audible breath before he continues.)
MCKENNA: I got to the end of the alley and turned the corner. I tried to keep my head and eyes as straight as possible, I was scared to look at it through the corner of my eye. I think it figured out that I knew it was there, though. Like, because I was trying so hard to ignore it, it became obvious I was ignoring it. I only took a few steps around the corner when I felt myself freeze.
LOCKE: What happened next?
MCKENNA: I felt it. I felt it right behind me.
LOCKE: Did you hear anything at all?
MCKENNA: No. It was just there, and I could tell it was a lot taller than me. A lot taller. It just stood there for a while, towering over me, and I was too scared to move. I felt it lean forward, and I heard this sort of creaking noise above me.
MCKENNA: It touched my face. It reached forward, brushed past my hair, and it held me by my jaw with both hands. I tried not to move, but I don’t think it would have let me. I heard it speak then.
MCKENNA: It asked me why I wouldn’t look at it.
LOCKE: What did the voice sound like? Did you recognize it?
MCKENNA: It sounded like a woman, and it was almost like a whisper. It was quiet, I wouldn’t have heard it if the world itself wasn’t dead silent. It sounded really hoarse, like it was hard for it to speak to me.
MCKENNA: I was too scared. I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t move, I didn’t want to. I heard the creaking again, and it… it started getting closer. Like, something high above me was starting to bend forward towards me. The closer it got, the more it creaked and the louder that creaking became. I tried to fight it, to run, but I couldn’t. I was stuck frozen. It kept getting closer, and it kept my face in place. I could feel it right above me, and I knew that if I saw it then something bad would happen. It started coming into view, and I could see it was red and round. It… it was the top of a head.
(It’s at this point McKenna’s voice becomes hushed, almost a whisper.)
LOCKE: Luca, you need to speak up, I can’t hear you.
MCKENNA: My eyes started to hurt, and it kept going, and then I saw the eyes, and they (inaudible). I felt my eyes going wide, they felt like they were going to pop.
(Dr. Locke stops his writing at this moment. He waits for McKenna to keep going.)
LOCKE: What happened next?
MCKENNA: I heard ███████ knocking on my door, and I woke up.
LOCKE: I see. Are you alright?
MCKENNA: Sorry, I… I don’t know why, but I wasn’t scared when I woke up. I don’t know why I got scared just now.
LOCKE: You don’t need to apologize. You’ve done well. You have no idea how much this is going to help us.
MCKENNA: … I think it was (inaudible).
LOCKE: Once more, I don’t think the tape can hear you.
MCKENNA: A mask. I think it wore a mask. I could see its eyes, and they were too small for the eye sockets.
(Dr. Locke looks over to the guard and nods. He proceeds to gather his notes as Luca quietly sniffles.)
LOCKE: This is Dr. Jacob Locke. Concluding interview with Luca McKenna.
Addendum: While there is no conclusive evidence to support this theory yet, we believe the only reason Luca survived his encounter with Mother is because his roommate had woken him up before he saw her entire face. It seems even glimpsing it is enough to cause irrevocable changes in her victims. As of December 23rd, he has reported no changes or strange dreams since our first contact. He does report that he has become largely isolated, though we believe that is a choice he has made given his circumstances, and is not directly related to our ongoing investigation.
