[tape recorder crackles to life]
Lorie: I got another note under my door. Same sort of paper, same sort of ink. Let’s see… [paper rustling] “Check the train ticket records for April 14, 1941”. 
1941…What happened in 1941? I suppose there was the war, but…how could that be important?
[pause]
I suppose I’ll find out.
[recording ends]
[recording starts up again]
L: It’s currently around eleven at night. I’m going to the train station.
I know what you’re thinking and no, Henry is not coming with me because I know he’d try to convince me not to go…he seems really convinced I shouldn’t go. I think it’s just because he’s lived here too long and he’s too used to things being the weird way they are to question them. But I’m new. So I’m going to figure it out.
The town feels strange at night…everything seems louder than normal…even my footsteps are ringing out over the dirt. Feels like there’s nobody else alive right now. Easy to forget other people exist at all when it’s so quiet.
I’m in the town centre now and– [genuinely startled] oh no.
She’s still here.
[recording ends]
[recording starts up again]
L: [whispering] I’m nearing the train station proper now…the woman is still there, the one who got lost staring at the clock. It must have been almost a month now…I don’t think she’s had anything to eat or drink this whole time…she definitely hasn’t slept.
The smell is getting really bad.
[takes a breath] It’s alright. I’m not looking. It’s alright.
The train station’s bigger than I remember. There’s the depot with all the benches set up for people to wait…I don’t know what they’d be waiting for if the note was right and there’s no train heading       out of Breagh. 
None of this makes any sense.
I’m going to the ticket office now. [tries the door] It’s locked. Of course it is, the clock said  it’s nearing midnight…how am I supposed to get in?
[weighs her options] …I could just break the glass…I suppose a little breaking and entering is acceptable if I’m trying to uncover a major conspiracy.
[pause, then glass breaks, Lorie reaches through the broken window and unlocks the ticket office door]
I’m in! [realises she can’t be loud, repeats in a whisper] I’m in! Alright, let’s see where all the records are…
[papers rustling] There’s just one book back here under the register…it’s thick, but this can’t go all the way back to the forties, surely there isn’t enough space.
[flipping through it] That’s weird…it’s all out of order…there’s a date and name for each entry, but the dates are all switched around. Let’s see what the first one is… “Aine Cromley, 1986”. That’s definitely not the oldest one in here…were they just using random lines? Must take forever to find anything here.
I’ll turn this off for now so it doesn’t die on me and try to find 1941…wish me luck.
[recording ends]
[recording starts up again]
L: …this has to be some sort of joke.
[recording ends]
[recording starts up again]
L: [whispering] I’m honestly getting scared now, there’s footsteps…I think they’re coming from outside, near the tracks maybe…
I’ll try and record what I can in case…just in case.
There’s entries for everyone from town that I recognize and a few I don’t, but the dates are all messed up. There’s my entry…”Lorie Abbot, 2022”, that one makes sense…but then, for “Samuel Young”, it says 1815. That’s obviously impossible, someone must have put this here…
Whoever has been sending me the notes has to be screwing with me, they must have left the records in here just to freak me out because this…
April 14, 1941.
It says “Henry Willard”. Wait, hang on…
There’s something under the ledger.
[papers rustling] There’s another stack of papers here that say Henry’s name too, it looks like letters maybe? They’re addressed from somewhere in London…from Siofra Comharsa…is that Irish?
None of them have been opened…I doubt Henry knows they’re even here. If this is all some elaborate prank, I can’t see how these would be part of it. It might be from someone he knows, but…he’s spent his whole life here, how would he know anyone in London?
The footsteps are getting closer now, shit. Shit, shit, shit–
Henry: [muffled] Lorie?
L: …[louder] oh, thank god–
[recording ends]
[recording starts up again]
L: …Henry, I can explain–
H: [sounding absolutely terrified] Lorie, what have you done?
[recording ends]
Outro: This episode of Into The Ring stars Olivia Spreen and Thomas Malinovsky. It was created by Thomas Malinovsky and Olivia Spreen. It is written by Thomas Malinovsky and edited by Olivia Spreen. Cover art is by our friend Nick, you can find them on Instagram at @nickick._ Music is from Epidemic sound. Special thanks to Val Zvinyatskovsky. Thank you for listening, check your mail for mysterious notes. Until next time, welcome into the ring.