Case number 99304

Client: Kvistr Bryngerðr

Date of encounter: March 18th 1998 VT

Agent in charge: Görm Döðær

File written by: Caspien Grimdærk AIC of the Hátt Auga Archives, Lanbor Branch

The Aeor Gandir Academy has always been associated with the occult. The scholars of the college have always passed around horror stories around the ancient academy. Whether that be the tale of the lost ashen field campus, or the ghosts of scholars crying in empty halls because they didn’t finish their term papers on time, the academy has always had those type of tales. But none of the tales that were passed around compare to what I experienced during my sophomore year. My name is Kvistr Bryngerðr, and this is a story about my encounter with something that almost killed me.

Sir Zacharanian was our professor in literature back then. His laid-back attitude and willingness to help his students made him loved by most scholars in the campus. It was a normal day in March when it happened and literature class was in session. It was an incredibly hot day, which was rare since our country was in the northern hemisphere. Sir Zacharanian had a book on his face as he slept while we were writing an essay on the Ancient Contrived. I remember thinking it was weird that he was knocked out during class hours since he usually worked as well during this time, but I just ignored it since it was a hot summer day and I also felt drowsy. The bell rang a few minutes later and Sir Zach jolted awake. “Nice job today class, You’re dismissed.” He said in a robotic tone. I raised an eyebrow at this as he never talked like that. I looked around the room at the other scholars and they looked around as well, confused looks on their faces. We got up slowly and headed to our next class. As we left the room Sir Zach turned his head slowly towards the crowd of scholars leaving the room, his face expressionless.

I walked out of the room to my next class with my best friend, Bevingad.

“What do you think that was about?” I asked.

“I actually don’t know man, he never acts this way.” Bevingad stated.“Oh, you know what, it’s probably just the weather. I heard from Sebastian that a lot of profs get weird when it's this hot.”

“Ohhh true.” I said. “I'll ask him when I go for guidance counseling later.”

That afternoon I made my way across the old great halls of stone to the other side of the campus. When I reached his room I saw a different professor inside. I opened the door and she turned to my direction.

"Yes, what is it?" She asked me.

"Ahh sorry but if I may ask, where is Sir Zach? I have guidance counseling with him." I asked, confused as to why his room was being used by someone else.

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"Umm... Sir Zach? I think he said he would be staying at home today. I think he said he was unwell today." She told me. “I’m just filling in for him today.”

"Ahh... I see, but he was teaching our class earlier this morning." I said.

"I... See." she told me. "That's weird, he definitely told me that he was under the weather yesterday. Hmm... He might be in the lounge area if that’s the case. But try calling him as well."

"O...kay thanks ma'am."

I walked out confused. "He clearly taught us this morning, but he was acting a bit off. Nah, it can't be the occult either. Think rationally, Kvistr." I thought to myself as I stood in the shadow of the stone doorway. Suddenly I heard something coming from the men's comfort room across the hallway. It was faint, but it sounded like Sir Zach. I walked closer as the sound became clearer.

"Hey, I think I'm locked in here. Could you please let me out?" Sir Zach said in the same out of character- robotic tone.

"Sir Zach? Are you in there? I asked.

"Yes. Were you the one who locked me in here? Let me out at once or I

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“Yep. That’s definitely not him.” I thought to myself. With my heart racing, I pulled out my sending stone from my pocket and used it to contact Sir Zach. “If that’s not him in the comfort room… Then I wouldn't know what to do then.” I thought to myself once more. He picked up after a few seconds.

“Hello? Oh hey, Kvister, what’s up?” He spoke through the sending stone.

“Ahhh,There’s the prof I know.” I thought to myself. “Hey Sir, where are you right now?” I asked him.

“Oh, I’m currently at home right now. I’m feeling a bit under the weather.” He said with a sore throat. “Why?”

“Ahmmmm… So you weren’t teaching literature today?” I asked him, a bit more scared now.

“No… Why? Did you see me teaching today? Was I acting stra- *cough *cough…” He almost finished the question as the thing in the comfort room said “Come here.” Still in Sir Zach’s voice.

“Kvister, listen to me, whatever that thing is, that is not me.” Sir Zach said with worry in his voice. “Kvister, whatever you do, do not approach it.” As he spoke, the imposter overlapped him.

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at those words, stuck looking at the lights of the comfort room as they flickered and suddenly burst, shards of broken glass falling to the floor. Some pieces hit my arm, cutting it and breaking me from the trance. A shiver went through the wounded arm as the hair on it stood up. I instantly dropped the notebook and pen in my hands and booked it, inhuman shrieks echoing in the background as I ran and never looked back.

It’s been two years since that incident and I’m in senior year now. No one involved experienced anything strange after that. Bevingad is still my best friend, and Sir Zach went on to write his own novel. But to this day I still don’t know what it was that called out to me. I said nothing strange happened after that but I sometimes feel like something’s watching me from afar.

Final remarks by Archivist...

While the story certainly seems plausible, considering the history of the old college, I cannot fully say that this event is passable. Our agents have researched the ancient campus and while we have found records on the subject, we have found no records on a Professor Zacharanian or a scholar named Bevingad. Which begs the question, who was this Kvister talking to?

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