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The Magnus Archives
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Case #0122204 Statement of Nathan Watts, regarding an encounter on Old Fishmarket Close, Edinburgh .…The Magnus Archives are now open…Join Head Archivist Jonathan Sims as he begins his work transcribing the archives of the Magnus Institute. An organisation dedicated to the investigation of the esoter
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Case #0122204Statement of Nathan Watts, regarding an encounter on Old Fishmarket Close, Edinburgh .…The Magnus Archives are now open…Join Head Archivist Jonathan Sims as he begins his work transcribing the archives of the Magnus Institute. An organisation dedicated to the investigation of the esoteric and weird.For the duration of launch we will be releasing three episodes a week instead of our normal weekly release schedule. We hope you enjoy the extra terror…Be sure to subscribe to us on your podcast software of choice to get every episode automatically downloaded straight to your device. It’s more convenient for you and really helps us out. Even better, leave us a review! The more we get the more programming we can make!Like what you’re hearing? Let us know: Tweet us at @theRustyQuill, drop us an email at mail@RustyQuill.com or comment on our dedicated Forums available at www.RustyQuill.com.For more information visit RustyQuill,com. 
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statement of Nathan Watts regarding an encounter on old fish Market. Close Edinburgh Original statement given April 22nd 2000 and 12. Audio recording by Jonathan Simms, head archivist of the Magnus Institute London Statement begins. This all happened a couple of years ago, so I apologize if some of the details are a bit off. I mean, I feel like I remember it clearly, but sometimes things are so weird that you start to doubt yourself. Still, I suppose weird is kind of what you guys do, right? So I'm studying at the University of Edinburgh biochemistry specifically, and I was in my second year at the time this happened. I wasn't in any sort of university accommodation at this point and was renting a student flat down in South Side with a few other second years. To be honest, I didn't hang out with them much. I took a gap year before matriculating and my birthday's in the wrong part of September, so I was nearly two years older than most of my peers. When I started my course, I got on with them fine, you understand, But I tended to end up hanging out with some of the older students. That's why I was at the party in the first place. Michael McCauley, a good friend of mine, had just been accepted to do a master's degree in earth sciences. So we decided a celebration was in order. Well, maybe party isn't quite the right word. We just kind of invaded the album back down on the Royal Mile and drank long enough and loud enough that eventually we had the back area to ourselves. Now I don't know how well you know the drinking holes of Edinburgh, but the almanac has a wide selection of some excellent single malts, and I may have slightly overindulged. I have vague memories of Mike, suggesting I slowed down, to which I responded by roundly swearing at him for failing to properly celebrate his own good news or words to that effect. Long story short, I was violently ill around midnight and made the decision to walk the route home. It wasn't far to my flat, maybe half an hour if I've been sober and then it was cool enough that I remember having a hope that the chill would perk me up some. I headed for the cow gate, and the quickest way to get there from the Royal Mile is down. Old fish market close Now. I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that there are some steep hills in Edinburgh, but old fish market closes exceptional even by those standards. At times, it must reach her 30 or 40 degree angle, which is hard enough to navigate when you don't have that much scotch inside you. As I have mentioned, I had quite a lot. So it probably wasn't that surprising when I took a rather nasty tumble about halfway down the street. In retrospect, the fall wasn't that bad compared to what it could have been. But at the time it really shook me up and left me with some nasty bruises. I picked myself up as best I could checked. I hadn't seriously injured myself no broken bones or anything and decided to roll a cigarette to calm myself. That was when I heard it. Mhm. Can I have a cigarette? I was startled out of my thoughts by the words as I thought I had been alone quickly trying to compose myself and looking around, I noticed a small alleyway on the opposite side of the street. It was very narrow and completely unlit. With a short staircase leading up. I could see a light fixture a little way up the wall at its entrance, but it either wasn't working or wasn't turned on, meaning that beyond a few steps the alley was shrouded in total darkness. Stood there. A couple of stairs from the street was a figure. It was hard to tell much about them as they were mostly in the shadows, though. If I had to guess, I would have said the voice sounded male. They seem to sway ever so slightly as I watched and I assumed that they, like me were probably a little bit drunk. I let my own cigarette and held out my tobacco towards them, though I didn't approach and asked if they were okay with a roll up. The figure didn't move except to continue that gentle swaying, writing it down. Now it seems so obvious that something was wrong. If I hadn't been so drunk, maybe I'd have noticed quicker. But even when the stranger asked the question again, Can I have a cigarette? Utterly without Internation? Still, I didn't understand why I was so uneasy. I stand at the stranger, and as my eyes began to adjust, I could make out more details. I could see that their face appeared blank, expressionless and their skin seemed dampened, slightly sunken, but they had a bad fever. The swaying was more pronounced now, seeming to move from the waist side to side, back and forth. By this point, I had finished rolling a second cigarette, and Ginger Lee held it out towards them, but I didn't get any closer.
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