Therapist: "So.. why are you here again?" Him: "I fucked a Maggot and I don't know how to cope." Therapist: "You mean.. You slept with a f.. man?" Him: "No, I'm not like that, nothing against men who are. I was being literal, maggots."
Me, listening to these as I draw in broad daylight: wow, such cool writing! How do they come up with these?? Me, listening to these in bed in the pitch blackness: haha i'm in danger
i love the kind of creativity one can embrace when one isn't tied to making sure the protagonist of the story makes it out alive. i love that the main character can observe what happens to other unfortunate souls.
I think the "protagonists" would be the ones telling the stories originally and while all of them survive long enough to tell their tale, we don't always know what happened to them afterwards, just like with this case.
Sometimes helps to look at the time between the event and when it's told. For example, this one is less than a month apart. Definitely does not make me feel safer. Dates are found on the wiki.
@@neroquin if anything it makes it worse because there's like a delay to their final fate. They survive long enough to make a statement but their eventual end is inevitable from the moment they came across the horror they're talking about. Hodge dying right away is one thing, Hodge escaping alive but infested, the audience KNOWING he won't survive but not knowing when it will happen... far scarier
"If he had intercourse with one of Jane's victims...." Yo hold up, slow right down there. You mean there is enough cases like this for you to drop the "If this is real" act and straight up call Torchwood? That's more disturbing than the actual result of the tale.
Reminds me of this one campy horror movie I saw on netflix where there's this curse where if you have sex with the person with the curse it transfers to you and you have to run from this THING which follows you everywhere and other people can't see it.
apeaches and cream I’m not feeling the fear™️ just yet but when I’m walking around in the dark I’m a bit more paranoid depending on the music lmao music is honestly what makes me the most unsettled 👀
I mean, you could use the term loosely. They do look into investigations and more. I don’t know lol. It feels different to me because I’m also an SCP nerd, and unlike them, they have information of each monster. But all of these stories almost seem inconclusive, which makes it all the more haunting.
@@crimxeUnlike the SCP foundation, this world feels less "explored" like none of the institutions of power have taken notice of these events. In the SCP world, the governments are aware and highly fund containment measures.
The fact that I read and comprehend this with my own eyes and brain strikes more existential rage and despair into me than anything I've heard on this show on this show.
Man, as someone who struggles with Formication (a form of tactile hallucination where you feel maggots crawling under your skin), this is personally scary on SO MANY LEVELS
There is something about how some of these episodes link to other ongoing cases we know nothing about (so far, at least) but can make uneasy guess on that really grabs me. It makes the world it is in seem so much more present somehow.
@@late_prince8945 So far it doesn't seem as if there are any related characters in these past few stories. I've been taking notes of characters and what happened to them and there aren't any reoccurring ones but there will be in the future so
@@Jamie-el3qw they mentioned "cases we don't know about"--referring to how Jon hints that there's more about Jane Prentiss than we've heard and how he mentioned Leitner's books were "still around after what happened {whenever}", etc, etc.
@@manoumanou2859 yup, so did the guy who discovered them. And it's really horrible when you try and bring a tomato horned worm (a misnomer of a caterpillar species) into the house so you can teach your niece about metamorphosis into a moth only for it to erupt into dozens of wasp pupae the next day
@@Sleepy-yp4wx Yeah but it was just out of nowhere which added to the overall creepiness. By itself it's just a bag of teeth but in the setting and the way it was presented it was the first to make me go more than: "Ooo that's neat!"
Giggling at the BUMPS around 15:20, 15:55, and 16:08. You can *FEEL* Alex staring daggers at Jonny, begging him to *STOP LEANING ON THE RECORDING TABLE*
Setting the bedroom on fire because of the insects is extremely valid. Boy if I were the fireman that showed up to the scene, i'd be like, "alright you're off the hook" and then I would help that guy burn the whole place down. Screw those little buggers. lmao
SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR LATER EPISODES, I GUESS I love Jon's acting in the final comments here. The first time I listened to this, I thought he was so thoroughly convinced the story is bullshit that he tacks on the "If it was true, of course" only as an afterthought, but now, knowing that he does believe the statements, you can hear he's a bit worried and immediately tries to cover it up with his 'this is all fake' thing and the harsh/disinterested "tragic loss of life etc etc" spiel
ARCHIVIST Statement of Timothy Hodge, regarding his sexual encounter with one Harriet Lee and her subsequent death. Original statement given December 9th, 2014. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins. ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT) I don’t know what happened. I mean, I’m sure she’s dead, but I don’t… Let me start from the beginning. I work as a designer. Mainly freelance, with a few more regular gigs with companies who like my work. I also have, well, had the luxury of a flat I’d managed to get set up so I could do most of my work there. This meant when I have a big job I spend quite a lot of time not leaving my home. Not the most stable of employment but I got quite good at balancing it so that after a big project I left myself a few days, or maybe even a week, before I had to get started on the next one. I find it’s important that I use this time to unwind and blow off a bit of steam, as when I’ve got work I often end up missing out on the regular weekend. Drinking and clubbing are my relaxation methods of choice, usually down Camden or Old Street, and while I’ll admit I’m not above the occasional party drug I swear that I was stone cold sober when this all took place. That night in particular, it was about three weeks ago now, I’d just finished a big job for one of my more demanding clients and I wanted to get a bit wrecked. Unfortunately none of my friends were free to join me - not surprising as it was a Thursday in the middle of November - so it didn’t feel worth heading all the way into the city. Luckily I live in Brixton, which means I have a few decent options almost on my doorstep, and I happened to know that the Dogstar ran a pretty decent club night on Thursdays. I decided to go along and enjoy myself. I did enjoy myself in the end. Despite the crowds and the music, I wasn’t feeling quite as wild as I expected but I drank a bit and danced plenty. Ok, maybe I wasn’t quite as sober as I said earlier but I certainly wouldn’t have called myself drunk. Now, I wasn’t particularly looking to get laid that night, but I know I’m not an unattractive guy and I live local, so I’m always alert, shall we say, for any possibility of finding myself a partner. It was closing in on midnight when I saw her. She was skinny and had that student look which could have put her age anywhere between nineteen and twenty-eight. Her hair was long, dyed a deep henna red, and she wore torn tights and too much eyeliner. Exactly the sort of girl I go for. She was lurking on the dance floor and I wasted no time trying to catch her eye. It was harder than I’d guessed, though, as her attention seemed to be mainly focused on the doors. At first I thought she was waiting for someone but, the more I watched her the more I saw the nervousness in her eyes, maybe even fear? It was at that point she noticed me, and our eyes just locked, you know? She came over and we began to dance together. She was excellent, far better than me, and moved in a smooth, rolling sort of rhythm that made the word “writhe” leap suddenly to my mind. I offered her a drink but she refused, gesturing instead for water, which I happily got. I couldn’t really hear her over the music but you don’t go to these nights for conversation. Besides, I heard her loud and clear when she leaned over and asked me if I wanted her. I said yes. Looking back it was stupid, of course it was, but she was beautiful and there was something in the way she moved that really got me. She smiled when I said yes, and for a moment it looked less like a smile of anticipation and more like a smile of relief. Outside the Dogstar it was much quieter and we had a chance to talk. She told me her name was Harriet and she was very pleased to hear I lived locally, as it was a cold night. She held my arm tightly as we walked back towards my street. At first I thought this was for warmth as she didn’t have a coat and I doubted the light jacket she was wearing had much insulation. When I looked at her, though, I saw she was looking around the same way she’d been watching the door earlier. Her nervousness was even more obvious now and she was peering intently down every street we passed. I asked her if anything was wrong, and tried to tell her that I lived in a nice neighbourhood, she was perfectly safe, that sort of thing. She nodded and agreed but still seemed jumpy. When we were about half way, she started scratching her arms. At first I thought she was just rubbing them for warmth, but after a few seconds it became clear that she was scratching them quite hard, leaving obvious red marks where her fingernails dug in. I was starting to suspect something was wrong, and asked Harriet if there was anything the matter, anything I should know. She just insisted we head back to my place as quickly as possible. I agreed since I figured that whatever the problem was, we could deal with it easier in my flat than on the cold streets at midnight. By the time we reached my building, she was staring over her shoulder in near panic. I followed her gaze but couldn’t see anything, so quickly opened the front door and let her in. She seemed to relax a bit once we were both in the relatively warm corridor with the door shut firmly behind us. My flat was on the third floor and even though, as I said, I don’t live in a bad area, I did have an extra deadlock on my door. Harriet visibly relaxed when she saw it, and more so when it was closed. The skittish glances and scratching her arms stopped almost immediately. I offered her a coffee or tea to warm up. She just asked for a glass of water, said she was feeling a bit unwell. We sat down and, once I’d fetched her water and fixed myself a coffee, we talked for a while. My instincts had been right - she was a student, studying art. She hadn’t been in London long, she said, was originally from Salisbury and had been finding it… difficult recently. When she left that pause, I saw in her eyes hints of that panic I’d seen on the street.
I asked her to tell me what was wrong, said something was clearly bothering her and I’d like to help. She got very quiet for a few moments and then nodded. She told me she’d been mugged the night before last, although the way she said the word “mugged” made it sound like she wasn’t sure. I just nodded and let her continue talking. She lived up in Archway, on a street named Elthorne Road, and had been walking home around midnight when she saw a woman lying face down on the pavement. This woman wore a long red dress and Harriet said she could see it shifting in the orange glow of the streetlamps, as though something was moving underneath it. Harriet was close to her house, which she shared with several other students, so she said she was maybe less careful than she should have been and had approached, calling out and asking if the woman needed help. There was no response but all movement stopped and the red dress went very still. Suddenly, far quicker than Harriet could have expected, the woman leapt to her feet and sprinted directly towards her, seizing her by the shoulders and pushing her back against a nearby wall. It happened so fast that Harriet said she had never really gotten a good look at the woman beyond her dress, a head of long, matted black hair and wide, staring eyes. The woman growled something at her, but Harriet couldn’t make it out. She tried to ask what the mugger wanted, but as she did she felt a sudden pain in her stomach, as though she’d been stabbed, which is exactly what she thought had happened. She told me that she had fallen to the ground and lost consciousness almost immediately. When she awoke, the woman in the red dress was gone. Harriet had expected to find herself lying in a pool of blood from her stomach wound, but could instead find no trace of any injury anywhere, except for some scraped knees where she had fallen to the floor. She had staggered home and tried to sleep it off. Since then, she said she’d been seeing that woman everywhere she went. She felt like she was being followed all the time and couldn’t stay in her own home, as whenever she did it was like this weight was dragging her down. Her skin became so itchy as to be nearly unbearable. Harriet had apparently tried to go to the police, but said as she approached the station she was overcome with such a powerful nausea that she threw up on the pavement. She had tried the hospital, but they just told her there was nothing obvious and to make an appointment with her doctor. She had been spending the last three days just wandering in cafés and bars and clubs, anywhere there were enough people that she felt safe. She just didn’t know what to do. By now point Harriet was crying and I felt like a complete asshole for having brought the issue up. I mumbled some apologies. I don’t know what I said; I was just trying to make her feel better. Not sure what I expected to happen but I certainly didn’t expect her to kiss me at that moment. I know, I know, she was vulnerable and I feel like an a… But I swear I wasn’t trying to take advantage. I asked her again and again if she was sure, but she just kept nodding and dragged me to the bedroom. I mean, we had sex. There’s not much more to say about that, really. The important thing is what happened afterwards. As we were lying there in bed, exhausted, I rested my head against her shoulder. I was about to say something or other, but before I could, I felt something move. It’s hard to describe exactly but it wasn’t her shoulder that moved, it was something inside it, under the skin. It squirmed ever so slightly against my cheek. I shot up in bed, but the only indication that she’d noticed anything amiss was that she reached over and absentmindedly scratched where I’d been lying. I started to relax, lie down again; maybe I’d just imagined it. But at that moment she doubled over and groaned in sudden pain. Her eyes went wide and she clutched her stomach tightly. I tried to see what was wrong, asked if I could help, but she just pushed me away. I had no idea what to do, so I ran out and towards the bathroom. My mind was going completely blank and I couldn’t remember whether I had any painkillers or indigestion medicine. Or should I be calling an ambulance? I wasn’t sure, and I ended up rooting through my medicine cabinet, looking for… I don’t know; anything that might have helped. I could still hear Harriet moaning in agony from the bedroom, and had just made up my mind to call for an ambulance, when I heard something that stopped me dead in my tracks. It’s hard to really describe the sound that came from the bedroom. The closest I could come would be to say it sounded like… an egg being dropped onto a stone floor; a sort of wet, cracking thump. Then silence. Harriet was no longer making any noise at all. I slowly, very slowly, walked back towards the bedroom. The door was open, but I hadn’t turned the light on, so there was little to be seen inside except darkness. I could have turned on the light in the hall, I suppose, but something inside made me think that I didn’t want a good look inside that room. I stopped at the threshold. The only illumination at all came from a thin sliver of light coming in through the gap in the curtains from a streetlamp outside. You’ll have to excuse me. What I saw is difficult to put down on paper, but it’s the only way to explain why I had to do it. Why setting my flat alight and standing naked in the winter streets until the fire brigade arrived was far better than spending another second in that place. And yes, I admit here I set the fire myself. Show it to the police for all I care, I just need someone to understand. The room was unrecognisable when I returned. There was a shape on the bed, where Harriet had laid, but it wasn’t her anymore. I could barely make out anything even remotely human in the pile of pitted and warped flesh that now remained. The bed itself was slick and shiny with a dark fluid that dripped off the hanging sheets and onto the floor. But what truly repulsed me, what made me flee as I did, was what moved and squirmed on all of it. They covered every surface: the floor, the bed, what used to be Harriet, even the ceiling. A thick, moving carpet of pale, writhing worms. The flat burned for a very long time. ARCHIVIST Statement ends. This story is concerning. Not because of Mr. Hodge’s experience, although I’m sure it was very upsetting. If it was true, of course. In fact, the police report that Sasha was able to acquire throws doubt on much of his story. While Mr. Hodges’ flat did indeed catch fire on November 20th of last year, there was apparently no evidence of arson, and no human remains found inside, despite the fact that the fire was brought under control long before any significant damage was done to the structure of the building. They did find some charred organic matter in the bedroom, but it was tested and apparently wasn’t human, though the report doesn’t list whether its source was ever determined. I will say it does link up with the reported disappearance one Harriet Lee, a student at Roehampton who was reported missing shortly after this statement was originally given. She seems to match the description given here. Still, that’s not really what concerns me either, though obviously it’s a tragic loss of life, etcetera, etcetera. No, what I find quite alarming is that if Mr. Hodge’s recollection of Harriet’s tale is correct and she was attacked by a woman in a red dress in Archway, then that matches the description and last known location of Jane Prentiss. I can’t find any evidence that my predecessor took follow-up action on this statement, so I’ve taken the step of reporting Mr. Hodge’s to the ECDC. We were unable to locate him to request a follow-up interview, and if he has had intercourse with one of Prentiss’ victims, then they’ll need to deal with him sooner rather than later. I just hope it’s not too late already. Recording ends.
@@petraivan6778 "...but what truly repulsed me, what made me flee as I did, was what moved and squirmed on all of it. They covered every surface: the floor, the bed, what used to be Harriet, even the ceiling. A thick, moving carpet of pale, writhing worms. " "This story is concerning. " _YAH' THINK???_
I love the way Tim described the dark bedroom - it really drives home how good horror can be told when the perspective character is actually incapable of fully perceiving the horror.
The sound??? SHE LAID AN EGG!?!? Excuse me!?! 👀 Did she turn inside out??? Noooo what is moving... what is it? Oh gods.... *NOOOO NOPE NOPE NOPE STOP NO*
We all know the rules, if the title is something like “Squirm” it’s going to be that disgusting kind of horror Edit 1: oh boy sexual encounter. Here we go Edit 2: Writhe is such a bad, nasty word Edit 3: _bad scratch_ Edit 4: This guy’s a great gentleman. Cool bro Edit 5: Shifting material is a big no no Edit 6: I am... _uncomfortable_ Edit 7: Harriet better not be a bug piñata Edit 8: I do like this guy tho Edit 9: _no thank you_ Edit 10: I’m glad Jon doesn’t put sound effects Edit 11: oh worm
It basically sounds like whatever got her is like some sort of monstrous wasp creature that goes after humans. For those unaware, there are wasps called "parasitoid wasps," they're quite common. Actually, most wasps reproduce this way. After mating, a female will find a prey item (usually a caterpillar or spider), then sting to paralyze it. She then carries it back to a burrow where she lays eggs inside of it, while it's still alive, and then buries it. The larvae eventually hatch and eat their host from the inside out, saving the vital bits for last to keep the host alive and fresh as long as possible. Truly gruesome shit. The "stabbing" Harriet got was likely a sting from the wasp monster... thing. In that moment it paralyzed her and laid eggs inside. Hence why she passed out, but had no obvious signs of a stabbing.
‘unsurprising, as it was a thursday in the middle of november,’ he says, and then over the next few seconds i gradually realize that i am listening to this on a thursday in the middle of november.
I wonder what John thought Prentiss was doing to her victims at this point in the story, considering his adamant denial of anything supernatural atm. Also the fact that "victims" was the term used, meaning this has happened multiple times before.
I have to say, it's *so* entertaining seeing people in the comments teasing the archivist's tendency to get into character while reading statements, along with him being a sceptic despite working for a paranormal research institution. It was already funny the first time, but on a relisten, it hits differently That said, the entirety of tma hits differently on a relisten. Oh my god, I did *not* expect to see such a clear picture of what's actually happening
I really like the end of this! I assume it has something to do with the overarching plot or maybe just some slight tie-ins, but I love how it moves farther than the report. Timothy is still in danger, this Jane person has more victims (whoever or whatever she is). I tend to be a little weary of episodic series that have a huge overarching theme, because sometimes it derails the individual stories, but I'm really liking this!
@@aphemorpha learning about the Flesh That Hates is a doozy when that contamination site described in the article is roughly in the area where you live, it made me irrationally paranoid for several days
I'm just imaging a naked dude frantically dumping bottles of vodka on the floor before lighting a match and bolting. Also can you imagine being his neighbor, hearing the fire alarm go off, then a naked dude sprints out into the street?
.... *gulp* So what happened to the Harriet can also happen to Hodge? My god, this is the most disturbing for me in the six episodes I listened to. I feel physically sick in the stomach
obviously Harriet is dead in this story. They couldn’t find Hodge after this interview so it’s presumed he is dead as well, likely meeting the same fate as Harriet.
It's so weird, a majority of these people in the tapes (so far) have something to do with art, like an art student, a designer, architect, theatre tech, ect. I don't know if I'm just picking up on something insignificant, but it's sort of interesting??
As a veteran of internet horror, its gotten really hard to truly get creeped out, especially by gore. Im not sure how the hell they did it, but this made me almost queasy.
Out of the so far 6 I have had the pleasure of listening to, this is the first issue of the Magnus Archives that have earned audible reactions from me. Mostly "Eugh", "Oh god", and "Jesus Christ"
okay, this one got pretty gross, the ambient noises really did their job. this is the second time the narrator's reacted to the content of a statement fairly seriously, even if he discounted a lot of this statement giver's account. jane prentis is a name the narrator recognized as dangerous enough to report her victims (or her victims' victims) to the center for disease control!
Okay this is actually ducking creepy. Like all of your episodes are like that. I love it that you can actually send shivers down my spine. This is the horror I was looking for. BTW I bet that man never had sex again.
oh lordy out of all things that've happened so far, this is definitely the most disturbing as I absolutely detest the idea of something getting under your skin and... s-squirming... hfkskdhf and something like this happening to women, like some kind of twisted pregnancy, is all the more terrifying T-T
Oh heyyy, as someone with a phobia of worms, I immediately gagged and nearly threw up the minute it was revealed...I find it funny now, after relaxing a bit away from the story, but holy crap that was not something I could have really prepared for
Me and the music in this series have such a love-hate relationship because why are you giving me such a heart attack?? At the same time, gadamn, the _✨️ambience✨️_
funfact theres a hair worm parasite you can find in bugs that when you squish said bug you can still see the worms wriggling outta there! youre welcome!
Okay, this is literally the prequel to a Delta Green scenario. Well-narrated, and slightly altered, but all the beats are nearly identical, aside from the young man being arrested and not just put off. Scenario is called 'Writhe', if anyone's curious.
It appears Writhe was written last year? I don't think someone taking inspiration from Magnus for an RPG setting is all that surprising? After all they did make one themselves.
As someone who has no idea what the kind of people are like that hang out in clubs I did not expect this guy to be so kind and trusting. Edit : just finished and I will now throw up.
Gonna see if I can listen to one of these a day until I finish. So far I've been unsuccessful bc I listened to two yesterday, so this is technically day 5 for me. I've pretty much gone into this blind, so I don't really know what to expect. So far, it's neat. Kind of reminds me of British SCP, but from some of the comments, I know it doesn't stay that way. I still like the coffin story the best so far. I may or may not comment on every video, but I'm excited to see what happens next!
Everyone says this is the episode that got them, but it was kind of mild for me. Across the Street is the one that really made my skin crawl so far, not this one....
Same. I am definitely enjoying the series, so far, but a few of these episodes I simply don't find creepy or scary. Episode 21 I might skip relistening to, just because it feels kinda meh to me. I mean, it's weird, but not my kind of weird, if that makes sense. Across the Street is definitely my top favorite, so far. Not!Graham....
9 months later, the magnus archives is definitely better than jumping into a pool at 8pm in my normal clothes and coming out sopping wet and just. sitting there.
"What I saw/heard I struggle to describe but if I had to describe it I would use the least vague and childishly easy to imagine detailed description possible to do so."
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I love how Jon essientially said "fucked up if true"
That's pretty much all of season 1
My fucking god XD That's exactly what he's doing.
I could only raise my eyebrow, like really after everything he's heard he is still skeptical
He took the tried and true route of kill it with fire
He took the ' gotta burn the whole house down' meme serious
Well, he saw a creepy crawly. That's what you're supposed to do.
"Nuke it from orbit. It's the only way to be sure."
An as usual, it worked.
Therapist: "So.. why are you here again?"
Him: "I fucked a Maggot and I don't know how to cope."
Therapist: "You mean.. You slept with a f.. man?"
Him: "No, I'm not like that, nothing against men who are. I was being literal, maggots."
“Statement ends” *sigh* “this story is concerning” the archivist is so nonchalant about everything 😂😂
"the archivist", ey? 👀
nobody tell 'em
@May i can't tell you 😁
@May :))))
remember to come back and react -(with a spoiler tag)- once you've reached it ;)))
@@aubarlowe can't wait to find out :)
"Tragic loss of another human life etc. etc.:
Me, listening to these as I draw in broad daylight: wow, such cool writing! How do they come up with these??
Me, listening to these in bed in the pitch blackness: haha i'm in danger
Wow me too but it too good to stop
Im drawing and listening to this right now and im scared to go to sleep TuT
Me, listening to these again to get all the references: holy shit this was set up so early on
wow we're doing the same things listening to it
As someone with very extreme diagnosed paranoia *I completely get the feeling*
i love the kind of creativity one can embrace when one isn't tied to making sure the protagonist of the story makes it out alive. i love that the main character can observe what happens to other unfortunate souls.
I think the "protagonists" would be the ones telling the stories originally and while all of them survive long enough to tell their tale, we don't always know what happened to them afterwards, just like with this case.
Sometimes helps to look at the time between the event and when it's told. For example, this one is less than a month apart. Definitely does not make me feel safer. Dates are found on the wiki.
@@neroquin if anything it makes it worse because there's like a delay to their final fate. They survive long enough to make a statement but their eventual end is inevitable from the moment they came across the horror they're talking about. Hodge dying right away is one thing, Hodge escaping alive but infested, the audience KNOWING he won't survive but not knowing when it will happen... far scarier
Ah yes, the worm sex statement. A certified classic
Lmao that’s exactly what I thought on my re listen when I saw the title
Like “oh! Is this The Worm Sex Statement(tm)???”
"If he had intercourse with one of Jane's victims...."
Yo hold up, slow right down there. You mean there is enough cases like this for you to drop the "If this is real" act and straight up call Torchwood? That's more disturbing than the actual result of the tale.
*evil laughter*
but i can't disagree
So... the worms traveled trough his pp hole... dang, sad way to die...
R.I.P homie
Im replying really late and i feel kinda stupid but who is Jane? I wasnt paying much attention to names
@x-zs6xk
Worm lady. If you aren't certain what that means...you'll find out very soon. And I'm sorry.
@@x-zs6xk Jane Prentice, the woman that is The Hive. With bugs in her body. They controlled her. You gonna see
That is one hell of an STI
Reminds me of this one campy horror movie I saw on netflix where there's this curse where if you have sex with the person with the curse it transfers to you and you have to run from this THING which follows you everywhere and other people can't see it.
Are you talking about it follows
@@poprocks6576 Yeah, I'm pretty sure they are
Sexually transmitted infestation
Underrated comment
Me: Sees that this episode is called squirm - ‘Oh boy...’
The Archivist: ‘Statement regarding his sexual encounter with-‘
Me: ‘OH BOY’
I had the same reaction
After: oh... boy...
😂 I had the same reaction
@@albuseisenhorn3385 Hotel: Trivago
Absolutely same 😂
I love that I’m listening to this in my room, alone, at night in the dark really just love that for myself
Oh and with a pounding headache
it just gets better the longer i stare into my large window that leads to an alley and could easily fit a human (:
apeaches and cream I’m not feeling the fear™️ just yet but when I’m walking around in the dark I’m a bit more paranoid depending on the music lmao music is honestly what makes me the most unsettled 👀
Same
Livin' the dream
Hearing Johnathan Simm say "Get wrecked" in that posh boy accent absolutely slayed me
time stamp?
@@crowsandghosts 2:34
Guy: *straight up works at the supernatural police*
Also him: "If ThIS is eVen TrUe."
Well this is the thing woth being supernatural police - not all supernatural stories are true.
What police? They aren't police. They're a research INSTITUTE, it's there in the job description.
I mean, you could use the term loosely. They do look into investigations and more. I don’t know lol. It feels different to me because I’m also an SCP nerd, and unlike them, they have information of each monster. But all of these stories almost seem inconclusive, which makes it all the more haunting.
In his line of work, you really need to be a skeptic
@@crimxeUnlike the SCP foundation, this world feels less "explored" like none of the institutions of power have taken notice of these events. In the SCP world, the governments are aware and highly fund containment measures.
STW: Sexually Transmitted Worms
underrated
YALL R CRAZY
More common than you think!
Oh, squirm?
The fact that I read and comprehend this with my own eyes and brain strikes more existential rage and despair into me than anything I've heard on this show on this show.
@@trucetruce335 "on this show on this show" -Truce Truce, squirm
Government Spy fuck
@@trucetruce335 Shame. Shame on you.
@@trucetruce335 💖 🌌s q u i r m~🌌💖
Man, as someone who struggles with Formication (a form of tactile hallucination where you feel maggots crawling under your skin), this is personally scary on SO MANY LEVELS
That's almost fornication lol
Lol I thought you said tactical like it was a military designed strategy.
wow you would not be ready for Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni in that case lol
@@andreah9587 why would you try to seed more horror like that?
@@quantumblauthor7300 I don’t understand your question? Also why are you here if you don’t even like horror?
He didn't try to get her to drink, he asked multiple times for consent, and tried to help her when she was in pain?? Take notes boys!
It’s sad how the bare minimum is seen as exceptional.
@@tettettettettet it really is. But it's still good to encourage three behavior.
Y'allMeansAll❤💛💙 also I finessed it and he kind of burned her alive...
@@tettettettettet true but she was kinda already dead
Y'allMeansAll❤💛💙 dead people don’t scream.
he has such *attitude* damn
"Such a tragic loss of life,ect, ect"
@@zealotoftheorchard9853ectetera?
Gives "would you love me if I was a worm" a whole new meaning
would you love me if i was worms
Apparently, the correct answer has always been: "Nah, I'd burn you and the house."
I BURST OUT LAUGHING IT'S 5 IN THE MORNING
There is something about how some of these episodes link to other ongoing cases we know nothing about (so far, at least) but can make uneasy guess on that really grabs me. It makes the world it is in seem so much more present somehow.
link the other stories from the series or real life?
@@late_prince8945 So far it doesn't seem as if there are any related characters in these past few stories. I've been taking notes of characters and what happened to them and there aren't any reoccurring ones but there will be in the future so
@@Jamie-el3qw they mentioned "cases we don't know about"--referring to how Jon hints that there's more about Jane Prentiss than we've heard and how he mentioned Leitner's books were "still around after what happened {whenever}", etc, etc.
you know it's not going to be a pretty story with a name like "squirm"
The more I watch these the more I want an HBO show of this in a interview/flashback style or even something along the lines of Tales From The Crypt.
That would be amazing, or maybe something on shudder?
And let a Television company ruin it? No thank you. I'd prefer if greedy production companies didn't alter it for their needs.
@@bigdadbeefsticks what about A24?
i love how the dawning horrible realization of why this podcast is called the "worm sex podcast" before the 10th episode happens
I didn't realize people were calling it the "worm sex podcast" now
Whoo, you go guy. Not forcing a girl to get drunk! Yes, give her that water! 4:18
We stan a gentleman
I mean, isn't it just common courtesy to get the drink someone wants?
Mine M unfortunately we are not used to the bare minimum 😔
@@MM-bw2lu the bar is on the ground but somehow people dig under it anyway and it is a Noteworthy Occurence when they step over it
@@mozarteanchaos the bar is the floor and the majority of people are the basement
'I was going to disregard the entire archive, but Sasha did some digging.'
Jon.
Sasha always does some digging.
The description of what happened to Harriet oddly enough reminded me of parasitoid wasps that lay their eggs in catterpillars
Thanks I hate it
@@manoumanou2859 yup, so did the guy who discovered them. And it's really horrible when you try and bring a tomato horned worm (a misnomer of a caterpillar species) into the house so you can teach your niece about metamorphosis into a moth only for it to erupt into dozens of wasp pupae the next day
Well…that’s basically what happened from my understanding of this.
@@someoneawesome8717 Condolences all around-I hope you and the niece are recovering from THAT.
@@cassidyho939 we're both ok now thanks for the concern
I've watched every episode up to this point, and this is the first one that's actually made me feel uneasy. It's..disgusting
Number two, Do Not Open, is my favourite so far
The teeth didn't make you uneasy?
@@KatanaDen I mean, they're just teeth.
@@Sleepy-yp4wx Yeah but it was just out of nowhere which added to the overall creepiness. By itself it's just a bag of teeth but in the setting and the way it was presented it was the first to make me go more than: "Ooo that's neat!"
@@KatanaDen idk, maybe I've just read too much SCP for something like a bag of teeth to be scary.
Giggling at the BUMPS around 15:20, 15:55, and 16:08. You can *FEEL* Alex staring daggers at Jonny, begging him to *STOP LEANING ON THE RECORDING TABLE*
am i stupid or who is alex
@@souyadoyahe's the director and an editor, also the VA of Martin Blackwood
@@souyadoyapretty sure it's the director
@@fishing_cat4119 ohhhhh ty
the crew: what a wanker
Setting the bedroom on fire because of the insects is extremely valid. Boy if I were the fireman that showed up to the scene, i'd be like, "alright you're off the hook" and then I would help that guy burn the whole place down. Screw those little buggers. lmao
Yeah, I'd have been like "Oh, you did this because bugs? We'll give it some time, then."
SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR LATER EPISODES, I GUESS
I love Jon's acting in the final comments here. The first time I listened to this, I thought he was so thoroughly convinced the story is bullshit that he tacks on the "If it was true, of course" only as an afterthought, but now, knowing that he does believe the statements, you can hear he's a bit worried and immediately tries to cover it up with his 'this is all fake' thing and the harsh/disinterested "tragic loss of life etc etc" spiel
ARCHIVIST
Statement of Timothy Hodge, regarding his sexual encounter with one Harriet Lee and her subsequent death. Original statement given December 9th, 2014. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.
Statement begins.
ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)
I don’t know what happened. I mean, I’m sure she’s dead, but I don’t…
Let me start from the beginning. I work as a designer. Mainly freelance, with a few more regular gigs with companies who like my work. I also have, well, had the luxury of a flat I’d managed to get set up so I could do most of my work there. This meant when I have a big job I spend quite a lot of time not leaving my home. Not the most stable of employment but I got quite good at balancing it so that after a big project I left myself a few days, or maybe even a week, before I had to get started on the next one. I find it’s important that I use this time to unwind and blow off a bit of steam, as when I’ve got work I often end up missing out on the regular weekend. Drinking and clubbing are my relaxation methods of choice, usually down Camden or Old Street, and while I’ll admit I’m not above the occasional party drug I swear that I was stone cold sober when this all took place.
That night in particular, it was about three weeks ago now, I’d just finished a big job for one of my more demanding clients and I wanted to get a bit wrecked. Unfortunately none of my friends were free to join me - not surprising as it was a Thursday in the middle of November - so it didn’t feel worth heading all the way into the city. Luckily I live in Brixton, which means I have a few decent options almost on my doorstep, and I happened to know that the Dogstar ran a pretty decent club night on Thursdays. I decided to go along and enjoy myself.
I did enjoy myself in the end. Despite the crowds and the music, I wasn’t feeling quite as wild as I expected but I drank a bit and danced plenty. Ok, maybe I wasn’t quite as sober as I said earlier but I certainly wouldn’t have called myself drunk. Now, I wasn’t particularly looking to get laid that night, but I know I’m not an unattractive guy and I live local, so I’m always alert, shall we say, for any possibility of finding myself a partner. It was closing in on midnight when I saw her. She was skinny and had that student look which could have put her age anywhere between nineteen and twenty-eight. Her hair was long, dyed a deep henna red, and she wore torn tights and too much eyeliner. Exactly the sort of girl I go for.
She was lurking on the dance floor and I wasted no time trying to catch her eye. It was harder than I’d guessed, though, as her attention seemed to be mainly focused on the doors. At first I thought she was waiting for someone but, the more I watched her the more I saw the nervousness in her eyes, maybe even fear? It was at that point she noticed me, and our eyes just locked, you know? She came over and we began to dance together. She was excellent, far better than me, and moved in a smooth, rolling sort of rhythm that made the word “writhe” leap suddenly to my mind.
I offered her a drink but she refused, gesturing instead for water, which I happily got. I couldn’t really hear her over the music but you don’t go to these nights for conversation. Besides, I heard her loud and clear when she leaned over and asked me if I wanted her. I said yes. Looking back it was stupid, of course it was, but she was beautiful and there was something in the way she moved that really got me. She smiled when I said yes, and for a moment it looked less like a smile of anticipation and more like a smile of relief.
Outside the Dogstar it was much quieter and we had a chance to talk. She told me her name was Harriet and she was very pleased to hear I lived locally, as it was a cold night. She held my arm tightly as we walked back towards my street. At first I thought this was for warmth as she didn’t have a coat and I doubted the light jacket she was wearing had much insulation. When I looked at her, though, I saw she was looking around the same way she’d been watching the door earlier. Her nervousness was even more obvious now and she was peering intently down every street we passed. I asked her if anything was wrong, and tried to tell her that I lived in a nice neighbourhood, she was perfectly safe, that sort of thing. She nodded and agreed but still seemed jumpy.
When we were about half way, she started scratching her arms. At first I thought she was just rubbing them for warmth, but after a few seconds it became clear that she was scratching them quite hard, leaving obvious red marks where her fingernails dug in. I was starting to suspect something was wrong, and asked Harriet if there was anything the matter, anything I should know. She just insisted we head back to my place as quickly as possible. I agreed since I figured that whatever the problem was, we could deal with it easier in my flat than on the cold streets at midnight.
By the time we reached my building, she was staring over her shoulder in near panic. I followed her gaze but couldn’t see anything, so quickly opened the front door and let her in. She seemed to relax a bit once we were both in the relatively warm corridor with the door shut firmly behind us. My flat was on the third floor and even though, as I said, I don’t live in a bad area, I did have an extra deadlock on my door. Harriet visibly relaxed when she saw it, and more so when it was closed. The skittish glances and scratching her arms stopped almost immediately.
I offered her a coffee or tea to warm up. She just asked for a glass of water, said she was feeling a bit unwell. We sat down and, once I’d fetched her water and fixed myself a coffee, we talked for a while. My instincts had been right - she was a student, studying art. She hadn’t been in London long, she said, was originally from Salisbury and had been finding it… difficult recently. When she left that pause, I saw in her eyes hints of that panic I’d seen on the street.
I asked her to tell me what was wrong, said something was clearly bothering her and I’d like to help. She got very quiet for a few moments and then nodded. She told me she’d been mugged the night before last, although the way she said the word “mugged” made it sound like she wasn’t sure. I just nodded and let her continue talking. She lived up in Archway, on a street named Elthorne Road, and had been walking home around midnight when she saw a woman lying face down on the pavement. This woman wore a long red dress and Harriet said she could see it shifting in the orange glow of the streetlamps, as though something was moving underneath it.
Harriet was close to her house, which she shared with several other students, so she said she was maybe less careful than she should have been and had approached, calling out and asking if the woman needed help. There was no response but all movement stopped and the red dress went very still.
Suddenly, far quicker than Harriet could have expected, the woman leapt to her feet and sprinted directly towards her, seizing her by the shoulders and pushing her back against a nearby wall. It happened so fast that Harriet said she had never really gotten a good look at the woman beyond her dress, a head of long, matted black hair and wide, staring eyes. The woman growled something at her, but Harriet couldn’t make it out. She tried to ask what the mugger wanted, but as she did she felt a sudden pain in her stomach, as though she’d been stabbed, which is exactly what she thought had happened. She told me that she had fallen to the ground and lost consciousness almost immediately.
When she awoke, the woman in the red dress was gone. Harriet had expected to find herself lying in a pool of blood from her stomach wound, but could instead find no trace of any injury anywhere, except for some scraped knees where she had fallen to the floor. She had staggered home and tried to sleep it off.
Since then, she said she’d been seeing that woman everywhere she went. She felt like she was being followed all the time and couldn’t stay in her own home, as whenever she did it was like this weight was dragging her down. Her skin became so itchy as to be nearly unbearable. Harriet had apparently tried to go to the police, but said as she approached the station she was overcome with such a powerful nausea that she threw up on the pavement. She had tried the hospital, but they just told her there was nothing obvious and to make an appointment with her doctor. She had been spending the last three days just wandering in cafés and bars and clubs, anywhere there were enough people that she felt safe. She just didn’t know what to do.
By now point Harriet was crying and I felt like a complete asshole for having brought the issue up. I mumbled some apologies. I don’t know what I said; I was just trying to make her feel better. Not sure what I expected to happen but I certainly didn’t expect her to kiss me at that moment. I know, I know, she was vulnerable and I feel like an a… But I swear I wasn’t trying to take advantage. I asked her again and again if she was sure, but she just kept nodding and dragged me to the bedroom. I mean, we had sex. There’s not much more to say about that, really. The important thing is what happened afterwards.
As we were lying there in bed, exhausted, I rested my head against her shoulder. I was about to say something or other, but before I could, I felt something move. It’s hard to describe exactly but it wasn’t her shoulder that moved, it was something inside it, under the skin. It squirmed ever so slightly against my cheek.
I shot up in bed, but the only indication that she’d noticed anything amiss was that she reached over and absentmindedly scratched where I’d been lying. I started to relax, lie down again; maybe I’d just imagined it. But at that moment she doubled over and groaned in sudden pain. Her eyes went wide and she clutched her stomach tightly. I tried to see what was wrong, asked if I could help, but she just pushed me away.
I had no idea what to do, so I ran out and towards the bathroom. My mind was going completely blank and I couldn’t remember whether I had any painkillers or indigestion medicine. Or should I be calling an ambulance? I wasn’t sure, and I ended up rooting through my medicine cabinet, looking for… I don’t know; anything that might have helped. I could still hear Harriet moaning in agony from the bedroom, and had just made up my mind to call for an ambulance, when I heard something that stopped me dead in my tracks.
It’s hard to really describe the sound that came from the bedroom. The closest I could come would be to say it sounded like… an egg being dropped onto a stone floor; a sort of wet, cracking thump. Then silence. Harriet was no longer making any noise at all. I slowly, very slowly, walked back towards the bedroom. The door was open, but I hadn’t turned the light on, so there was little to be seen inside except darkness. I could have turned on the light in the hall, I suppose, but something inside made me think that I didn’t want a good look inside that room. I stopped at the threshold. The only illumination at all came from a thin sliver of light coming in through the gap in the curtains from a streetlamp outside.
You’ll have to excuse me. What I saw is difficult to put down on paper, but it’s the only way to explain why I had to do it. Why setting my flat alight and standing naked in the winter streets until the fire brigade arrived was far better than spending another second in that place. And yes, I admit here I set the fire myself. Show it to the police for all I care, I just need someone to understand.
The room was unrecognisable when I returned. There was a shape on the bed, where Harriet had laid, but it wasn’t her anymore. I could barely make out anything even remotely human in the pile of pitted and warped flesh that now remained. The bed itself was slick and shiny with a dark fluid that dripped off the hanging sheets and onto the floor. But what truly repulsed me, what made me flee as I did, was what moved and squirmed on all of it. They covered every surface: the floor, the bed, what used to be Harriet, even the ceiling. A thick, moving carpet of pale, writhing worms.
The flat burned for a very long time.
ARCHIVIST
Statement ends.
This story is concerning. Not because of Mr. Hodge’s experience, although I’m sure it was very upsetting. If it was true, of course. In fact, the police report that Sasha was able to acquire throws doubt on much of his story. While Mr. Hodges’ flat did indeed catch fire on November 20th of last year, there was apparently no evidence of arson, and no human remains found inside, despite the fact that the fire was brought under control long before any significant damage was done to the structure of the building. They did find some charred organic matter in the bedroom, but it was tested and apparently wasn’t human, though the report doesn’t list whether its source was ever determined.
I will say it does link up with the reported disappearance one Harriet Lee, a student at Roehampton who was reported missing shortly after this statement was originally given. She seems to match the description given here. Still, that’s not really what concerns me either, though obviously it’s a tragic loss of life, etcetera, etcetera.
No, what I find quite alarming is that if Mr. Hodge’s recollection of Harriet’s tale is correct and she was attacked by a woman in a red dress in Archway, then that matches the description and last known location of Jane Prentiss. I can’t find any evidence that my predecessor took follow-up action on this statement, so I’ve taken the step of reporting Mr. Hodge’s to the ECDC. We were unable to locate him to request a follow-up interview, and if he has had intercourse with one of Prentiss’ victims, then they’ll need to deal with him sooner rather than later. I just hope it’s not too late already.
Recording ends.
i just started listening to this podcast and i always look for you in the comments, you're like the lyrics guy 😂😂😂 thank you!!
@@petraivan6778
"...but what truly repulsed me, what made me flee as I did, was what moved and squirmed on all of it. They covered every surface: the floor, the bed, what used to be Harriet, even the ceiling. A thick, moving carpet of pale, writhing worms.
"
"This story is concerning. "
_YAH' THINK???_
Haha you are welcome :)
@@alicepersson9568 XD
I love the way Tim described the dark bedroom - it really drives home how good horror can be told when the perspective character is actually incapable of fully perceiving the horror.
The sound??? SHE LAID AN EGG!?!? Excuse me!?! 👀 Did she turn inside out??? Noooo what is moving... what is it? Oh gods.... *NOOOO NOPE NOPE NOPE STOP NO*
I thought she BROKE like an egg, the lack or details is so distubring 😭😭
Pretty sure she’s like Oogie Boogie in Nightmare Before Christmas. Just a sack of worms.
“The important thing is what happened afterwards...”
Incident report code for, “Shit’s gonna get real, fast.”
We all know the rules, if the title is something like “Squirm” it’s going to be that disgusting kind of horror
Edit 1: oh boy sexual encounter. Here we go
Edit 2: Writhe is such a bad, nasty word
Edit 3: _bad scratch_
Edit 4: This guy’s a great gentleman. Cool bro
Edit 5: Shifting material is a big no no
Edit 6: I am... _uncomfortable_
Edit 7: Harriet better not be a bug piñata
Edit 8: I do like this guy tho
Edit 9: _no thank you_
Edit 10: I’m glad Jon doesn’t put sound effects
Edit 11: oh worm
This is so funny and so accurate
Edit 8 is so valid he’s very sweet and considerate
I haven’t watched the whole thing. The implications of “oh worm” is concerning though
“I’m glad Jon doesn’t put sound effects”
It basically sounds like whatever got her is like some sort of monstrous wasp creature that goes after humans.
For those unaware, there are wasps called "parasitoid wasps," they're quite common. Actually, most wasps reproduce this way. After mating, a female will find a prey item (usually a caterpillar or spider), then sting to paralyze it. She then carries it back to a burrow where she lays eggs inside of it, while it's still alive, and then buries it.
The larvae eventually hatch and eat their host from the inside out, saving the vital bits for last to keep the host alive and fresh as long as possible. Truly gruesome shit.
The "stabbing" Harriet got was likely a sting from the wasp monster... thing. In that moment it paralyzed her and laid eggs inside. Hence why she passed out, but had no obvious signs of a stabbing.
‘unsurprising, as it was a thursday in the middle of november,’ he says, and then over the next few seconds i gradually realize that i am listening to this on a thursday in the middle of november.
oh lordy my eyes watered up listening to this episode i have school in a few hours this was such a bad idea but this podcast is so addicting
oh ew ew ew that was so gross
me, already knowing that somewhere in the archive is a story about maggots:
*looks at title*
“this is the episode isn’t it.”
I wonder what John thought Prentiss was doing to her victims at this point in the story, considering his adamant denial of anything supernatural atm.
Also the fact that "victims" was the term used, meaning this has happened multiple times before.
I have to say, it's *so* entertaining seeing people in the comments teasing the archivist's tendency to get into character while reading statements, along with him being a sceptic despite working for a paranormal research institution. It was already funny the first time, but on a relisten, it hits differently
That said, the entirety of tma hits differently on a relisten. Oh my god, I did *not* expect to see such a clear picture of what's actually happening
Stopped my first binge here because it was three in the morning and the comments had me c o n c e r n e d........
!Spoilers for season 2-3!
I just love how the Corruption’s first episode is the one that got famous on the name Worm-Sex-Statement
Oh this is 'horrifying' horrifying
Yeah sounds like something out of 40k that Nurgle would come up with.
Body Horrifying
I really like the end of this! I assume it has something to do with the overarching plot or maybe just some slight tie-ins, but I love how it moves farther than the report. Timothy is still in danger, this Jane person has more victims (whoever or whatever she is). I tend to be a little weary of episodic series that have a huge overarching theme, because sometimes it derails the individual stories, but I'm really liking this!
I love it that you can always hear the sound of a cassette in the background, it’s just this small detail that take me back toy childhood.
I'm one minute in and reading the comments and everyone is saying how terrifying and nasty this one is, so I mean, yeah, I'm definitely excited.
I'm gonna be honest it wasn't that bad? Its definitely not as bad as the Flesh That Hates and it's stories... god those are scary as fuck.
@@aphemorpha learning about the Flesh That Hates is a doozy when that contamination site described in the article is roughly in the area where you live, it made me irrationally paranoid for several days
I'm just imaging a naked dude frantically dumping bottles of vodka on the floor before lighting a match and bolting.
Also can you imagine being his neighbor, hearing the fire alarm go off, then a naked dude sprints out into the street?
Not that odd
I would have thought that the guy liked to sleep naked and was woken up by the fire alarm and ran out of the house in a panic.
.... *gulp* So what happened to the Harriet can also happen to Hodge?
My god, this is the most disturbing for me in the six episodes I listened to. I feel physically sick in the stomach
Wait... they were unable to locate him for a follow up interview...
Oh…no
The Hive sends its regards :)
obviously Harriet is dead in this story. They couldn’t find Hodge after this interview so it’s presumed he is dead as well, likely meeting the same fate as Harriet.
I find it so fascinating how John is so willing to deny these reports
if I lived in his world I too would kinda hope they weren't real 😭
It's so weird, a majority of these people in the tapes (so far) have something to do with art, like an art student, a designer, architect, theatre tech, ect. I don't know if I'm just picking up on something insignificant, but it's sort of interesting??
Ambient theatre kid bias
As a veteran of internet horror, its gotten really hard to truly get creeped out, especially by gore. Im not sure how the hell they did it, but this made me almost queasy.
Out of the so far 6 I have had the pleasure of listening to, this is the first issue of the Magnus Archives that have earned audible reactions from me. Mostly "Eugh", "Oh god", and "Jesus Christ"
okay, this one got pretty gross, the ambient noises really did their job. this is the second time the narrator's reacted to the content of a statement fairly seriously, even if he discounted a lot of this statement giver's account. jane prentis is a name the narrator recognized as dangerous enough to report her victims (or her victims' victims) to the center for disease control!
Okay this is actually ducking creepy. Like all of your episodes are like that. I love it that you can actually send shivers down my spine. This is the horror I was looking for.
BTW I bet that man never had sex again.
One can only hope!
Right? Who would? But anyway I'd bet he turned into a bug piñata (as someone beautifully put it in one of the comments) himself not long after.
Me thinking she’d be full of maggots: oh god oh shit oh fuck oh shit nonononono
Her: *is full of worms*
Me: aw that’s nice ☺️
It's actually probably was larvae from how they are described later on.
worm time
worm time
worm time
worm time
worm time
worm time
oh lordy
out of all things that've happened so far, this is definitely the most disturbing as I absolutely detest the idea of something getting under your skin and... s-squirming... hfkskdhf
and something like this happening to women, like some kind of twisted pregnancy, is all the more terrifying T-T
"Would you still date me if I was a worm?"
No, I would set you on fire ❤️🔥
Shirow - of course sakura
Timothy Hodge seems like a genuinely nice guy. He deserved better
Well, that one made my stomach *squirm*.
Oh heyyy, as someone with a phobia of worms, I immediately gagged and nearly threw up the minute it was revealed...I find it funny now, after relaxing a bit away from the story, but holy crap that was not something I could have really prepared for
My turtle and the clouds are helpfully adding to the experience by scrabbling and darkening my room every time the creepy music creeps up.
Oml I have gerbils that when they dig in the sawdust it can sound like scratching and oh boy it has frightened me one too many times
These episodes really feel like they embody being in second-person even though they’re not technically written in second-person
"Its obvuously a tragic loss of a human life, etc. etc."
Dude...
this reminded me of the mummy scene with scarabs..... silly childhood fears 😅
This podcast has really wormed up to me!
Me: trying to enjoy a spooky story
My brain: *sid the sloth voice* come here you little wormie worm
Me and the music in this series have such a love-hate relationship because why are you giving me such a heart attack?? At the same time, gadamn, the _✨️ambience✨️_
tim seems like a good dude huh
don't get too atached
@@niyxraedon4924 *the pain*
I feel so bad for Harriet, this is horrifying
Listening to this in the dark is fun…. At least the blanket I’m making brings some comfort
watching this at 1AM, closet door open, in my room and in the dark, with creaky pipes. judging by the comments i am definitely not sleeping tonight
wussy got me actin strange
Comment as vile as the Infestation itself
funfact theres a hair worm parasite you can find in bugs that when you squish said bug you can still see the worms wriggling outta there!
youre welcome!
great cool so glad i know this now :)
Halfway through the episode, I thought “Oh, there are bugs inside her, aren’t there?” ☹️
I thought it was something moving from body, to body
As someone who is scared of worms this story was way more frightening then was intended
This episode was intended for you
Timothy Hodge: I was stone cold sober
Also Timothy Hodge: I wanted to get wrecked
Okay, this is literally the prequel to a Delta Green scenario. Well-narrated, and slightly altered, but all the beats are nearly identical, aside from the young man being arrested and not just put off. Scenario is called 'Writhe', if anyone's curious.
It appears Writhe was written last year? I don't think someone taking inspiration from Magnus for an RPG setting is all that surprising? After all they did make one themselves.
listening for the first time: ooh mysterious worm woman
listening again: haha get wormed
nice addition to the spookiness that these are often set near my part of london, love that for me
Listening to all the corruption episodes while drawing Jane
My friends told me this is one of the most disgusting episodes of season 1.
I casually ate my noodles to this without a second thought
me eating my grilled cheese rn-
p.s., love the giovanni pfp!
As someone with a huge fear of parasites, especially parasitic worms, this is Truly terrifying.
Who are the three people disliking this, I just want to talk.
6 episodes in,i was scratching unknowing what was gonna happen here and now i am terrified of scratching my arms
"-rolling sort of rhythm that made the word " writhe " leap suddenly to my mind."
_oh?_
This is my second play through this whole series and I ❤️ love it all!
Me who’s seen some animatics before: watching: oh no they’re fucked
Quite literally
Me who’s seen some animatics before: watching: oh no they’ve fucked (this is really old but I’m rewatching this ep)
There they are, the canon-typical worms
"Regarding his sexual-"
Me: Wait... wHaT?
As someone who has no idea what the kind of people are like that hang out in clubs I did not expect this guy to be so kind and trusting.
Edit : just finished and I will now throw up.
Gonna see if I can listen to one of these a day until I finish. So far I've been unsuccessful bc I listened to two yesterday, so this is technically day 5 for me.
I've pretty much gone into this blind, so I don't really know what to expect. So far, it's neat. Kind of reminds me of British SCP, but from some of the comments, I know it doesn't stay that way. I still like the coffin story the best so far. I may or may not comment on every video, but I'm excited to see what happens next!
Everyone says this is the episode that got them, but it was kind of mild for me. Across the Street is the one that really made my skin crawl so far, not this one....
Same. I am definitely enjoying the series, so far, but a few of these episodes I simply don't find creepy or scary. Episode 21 I might skip relistening to, just because it feels kinda meh to me. I mean, it's weird, but not my kind of weird, if that makes sense. Across the Street is definitely my top favorite, so far. Not!Graham....
Eh, everyone has at least one that gets them.
i mean...it was gross for sure but I know it only gets worse, only from how people talk about this series.
very glad i did not choose to listen to this at 3 am in the dark and instead 3 pm at a pool party
9 months later, the magnus archives is definitely better than jumping into a pool at 8pm in my normal clothes and coming out sopping wet and just. sitting there.
Love the buzzing ambience 👌🏻
SPOILERS
I love the irony that the guy who killed the worms with fire gets later killed by a fire extinguisher
oh wait- HDFGHDSFGHDGH
Listening to this while having an episode of nervous dermatitis is a whole new lever of horrific💀
"What I saw/heard I struggle to describe but if I had to describe it I would use the least vague and childishly easy to imagine detailed description possible to do so."
... Maybe listening to this while eating food is a bad idea
I want to keep watching these but every time I get more spooked.
Listened to this when I was trying to sleep. 👍 I couldn’t.
WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO YOURSELF
@ I don’t know :)