"Fuck this fuckin'- computer—"

Tim whined as he fiddled with the laptop that he had just recorded a whole statement on, and it's the third time it's done this and— God, just use the tape recorder like Sasha said. He was starting to think he might have to reset his "15 Days Since Anything Spooky Happened" record. 15 days into his new position and everything's already going wrong.

He found the dusty old tape recorder in a desk drawer, with convenient cassettes and not-so-convienient spiderwebs with it. He dusted it off and put it on the cluttered wood table.

"Okay, er... Timothy Stoker, Head Archivist recording on December 12th, 2015. Statement of..." he squinted at his paper. "Nathan Watts, about an encounter on Old Fishmarket Close. ...Start? I guess?"

He took a deep breath before beginning to read what Mr. Watts had wrote. "This happened a couple of years ago, so I apo—"

He heard the creaky door of the Archives open and silently prayed that it wasn't some kind of killer mannequin clown. Or worse. Elias.

"Who's there?"