The Magnus Archives: Compendium

I have completed the first batch of annotations which I am hereto referring as Series 1. As I have done with the first half of Series 1, I am going to take a break from annotations and review my work. I feel like the data schema has been working well and I am not sure…

Sorry for not posting yesterday. I needed some time to process what I have read. The last two typed transcripts weren’t typical statements, per se, and it was a lot to go through. Transcripts 039 and 040 seem to be live recordings of an attack on the Magnus Institute by Jane Prentiss, or as Martin…

The thing about the woods in America is that outside of well-maintained trails there is a general sense that no human has ever been there. If I came across a clearing in the middle of no where that showed suspicious human activity, I would *not* want to look around. Give me the bear, every time.…

Have you ever heard those stories about black-eyed children who try to get you to let them in? I am not sure why, but that is what statement 034 reminded me of. It also vaguely reminded me of the Anglerfish creature. I feel like I am missing something, but it’s terrifying to think that something…

It seems I have found the statement of Jane Prentiss, I am in commiseration with Jonathan about the lack of questions being answered. Clearly this is the start of a number of incidents and deaths that occurred in Archway, an area of North London. Sometimes the unexplainable is such because it defies all our abilities…

Yesterday was a total loss. I spent the entire day dragging cartons of books down multiple flights of stairs and now the entry hall is lined with them. Thankfully Mr. Hardacre has conceded to letting me have a key to the attic so I can empty out the buckets and continue my efforts to preserve…

I have news from my weekend trip into town but it will have to wait until I have more concentration to type it out. It’s already past 9 pm and Mr. Hardacre is in the attic trying to find the mysterious leak that some how found it’s way into my ground floor parlor. It’s been…

I love a good, old-fashioned spooky story about a haunted house. I think humans are built for story. Our first archives were oral traditions we handed down around a campfire. At the same time, we seem to have this drive to classify and quantify, to explain the unknown. Maybe that is what is most intriguing…

As I was annotating 026, the statement of Sasha James regarding the mysterious ‘Michael’ she met, I was curious as to whether I could find some mention of him in the reference archive I have been building. One of the challenges of creating a reference archive is knowing what information is relevant. One of the…

It’s one of those rainy days where it feels like the clouds are pressing down and the damp is trying to creep in around the window panes and the wind is driving through every crack. Even the fire in my little sitting room and endless cups of tea aren’t keeping me warm. When I was…