Unfathomable

Statement of Samael Gillespie regarding a scuba diving incident of the coast off Florida. Statement given to the Federal Bureau of Control on April 6th, 2015. Statement forwarded to the Magnus Institute on the behest of Gertrude Robinson, Head Archivist. Statement taken direct from subject and transferred as is. Statement begins:

I know what you must be thinking. College kid on Spring Break. Probably more drugs and alcohol in his system than blood. And yeah, I've done plenty of both. It’s my vacation, sue me. But you have to believe me, I never do anything before a dive. There's enough to keep track of while you're down there sober, let alone wasted. Anyway, we sailed out to this real nice spot Johnny said his family would always go to. Great views and real isolated. Now I've been diving since I was old enough to. I'm no licensed instructor or anything, but I figured I know enough to take the boys diving. Peter was gonna stay aboard because he is majorly scared of drowning. We hazed him a bit sure, but honestly I was glad. Hard enough trying to teach new divers, let alone someone as scared as him. We suited up, I checked the equipment three times. Had Johnny and Phil repeat everything back to me until they had it down perfectly. Then we jumped. It was your standard dive. Honestly perfect conditions. Water was basically glass, like a window. We took it slow, always kept in sight of one another and I kept hold of the cable like my life depended on it. I guess it did. After half an hour or so, we surfaced and did a quick check-in. Johnny and Phil were good and comfortable. Equipment all fine, plenty of oxygen left. Peter looked a little nervous but said nothing. We decided to go further down this time. Told them to still stay in eyesight, but let them venture further out. I still held the cable. I never once let go of it. Listen to me. I. Never. Let. Go. I don't know how long we were down there before it happened, but suddenly the water went dark. Like ink had been dumped in. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. I remained calm though. You start freaking out you waste air and you make mistakes. I waited a couple minutes for the water to clear back up but it never did. I started swimming towards where I last saw Johnny, hoping to grab him before getting Phil. Swam for what felt like ten minutes. Nothing. Everything was just this dark blue. Not even a single fish. At some point I realized the water had cleared up. There was just nothing around. I couldn't even see the boat. That is when I started to panic. I began to tug on the cable but it wasn't there. Not in a "Oh I let go" way, but like it hadn't even existed. I was getting really scared at this point, but I knew I wasn't too far down. I took off my mask for a second to breathe out, saw the bubbles shoot up, and started swimming. Ten, Twenty, Thirty minutes later. Than an hour. But it couldn't have been that long. Hell, the oxygen tanks only had enough for an hour anyway. And I was still nowhere near the surface. Couldn't even tell if I was near it. Just the same cold, dark blue curtain. Miles and miles of water. No fish, no coral. Not even a rock. Just ocean. An hour turned to two, then to five. To say I was exhausted was an understatement. At some point I had stopped swimming and just floated. Accepted my fate. I didn't want to die drowning, but there are worse ways to go I guess. But that's the thing. I still had air. I shouldn't of, but I did. Was more likely to die of hunger than lack of air. I fell asleep. How many people can say that they slept underwater? All sense of time vanished at that point. I recovered enough to keep swimming, so I did. Did so to the point of exhaustion, then slept again. I did this five. More. Times. I was going insane. Hell, I figured I already had. Never gave up though. Maybe I should have, but I didn't. The water became crystal clear again and I saw the boat. I must've looked crazy with how I was yanking on the cable. I don’t even know when I realized I had it again, it was just there. Johnny and Phil had already surfaced, said they noticed they couldn't see me and went back. I asked how long I had been down there. They laughed and told me to lay off the bud. Then they saw my face. Saw my eyes. They stopped laughing and told me it had been about ten minutes. I checked the oxygen tanks and they confirmed it. I didn't say anything. Not for the rest of the day. I didn’t even go to a beach the rest of the trip. I stay away from pools. Even showers send me into a panic attack. When I sleep I don't dream. I'm back there. Floating in an endless blue. I feel the crushing pressure of the depths. Even in the dead of winter I wake up drenched. My room smells like the sea. Do you get it? It's not sweat, It's water. Salt water. I was told you guys could help. You can fix this right? Statement ends.

Agents offered Mr. Gillespie a glass of water to help calm him down. He went into a frenzy at this point and had to be escorted out of the Oldest House by security. Dr. Darling has asked to reach out to Mr. Gillespie regarding a sleep study. Currently waiting on Director Trench's approval.