Investigator's log, October 15th 2025.
A brief note on the archive itself.
The building has had many lives. Peeling gold leaf above the door still reads 'J. R. PIKE & SON SOLICITORS.' The firm met its end here in the winter of 1986, a scene that became one of my earliest formal investigations. Case File 0004. The key evidence was a Dictaphone that captured their final moments: a panicked shout, the clatter of the machine as it was dropped, and then a third voice. Not human, but it spoke with the cold, precise cadence of a barrister, and it was the last thing they ever heard.
Long after they were gone, 'FENTON'S Radio & Repair' was painted on a sign hung to the side of the door. Its tagline is an irony the original owner could never have intended: 'Your connection to the world.'
Fenton's world was one of broadcasts and wires. My own sign is more discreet: 'TAVENEND INVESTIGATIONS'. Downstairs, he fixed radios to bring the world in clearer. Up here, in the attic, I used to just collect the recordings that prove how distorted it truly is.
Now, this room is more than an archive. It's a studio. A place to digitise the evidence and broadcast it. A place to finally connect the static.
End of entry.
The Investigator