### JON I want to believe [[McKenzie, Paul|Mr. McKenzie]], I really do. I am not entirely made of stone, and am apt to be moved by the plea of a scared old man as much as anybody. I mean, dementia is, of course, the most likely explanation, and he admits himself that he has no proof of any of it. Yet part of me still wants to believe him. Perhaps this job is making me sentimental. In any case it’s a moot point. When this was originally logged, apparently we did send a then-member of the research staff, one [[Carpenter, Sarah|Sarah Carpenter]], to take some readings of the house. Apparently, she felt there was little enough danger to justify an overnight vigil at the place, but like everyone else in [[McKenzie, Paul|Mr. McKenzie]]’s tale, she encountered no strangeness or intruders on the upstairs landing, or in any other part of the building. [[James, Sasha|Sasha]], who has now returned after her brief convalescence, has confirmed the call outs against [[UK Metropolitan Police Service|police]] reports and they appear to match, though obviously they’re rather light on detail. [[Blackwood, Martin|Martin]] made contact with the son, [[McKenzie, Marcus|Marcus McKenzie]], but he declined to talk to us, saying that he’d “already made his statement.” This leads me to believe that [[McKenzie, Marcus|Marcus McKenzie]] may also have a statement lurking somewhere here in the [[Archives]], lost among the mess and misfiling. The only other thing that stands out from this as strange is that [[Carpenter, Sarah|Sarah Carpenter]], the researcher originally sent to look into this back in [[2003-01-01 - 2003-12-31|2003]], took some rather detailed photographs of the interior and layout of the house. Looking through them now, it strikes me that the bedroom door, to which [[McKenzie, Paul|Mr. McKenzie]] refers so often, does not appear to have a keyhole, or any sort of lock. End recording. **\[Click]**