-Creepypasta Research-

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Transcript 21

Session Three, 11 AM:

Dr. Phillips (P): Alright, Joseph. Do you think you can stay calm today?

Joseph Lhie (J): I don’t want to talk about this again.

P: I know, but we need to go through this until you can come to terms with what happened to your friend.

J: I know what happened to Ned. I’m not crazy.

P: No, Joseph… You’re just very ill, that’s all. It wasn’t your fault.

J: Of course it wasn’t my fault! I didn’t fucking kill him! We didn’t do it!

P: Stay calm, Joseph. You don’t want me to have to sedate you again, do you? I know you don’t like the sedatives.

J: Fuck no, I don’t want that again, no sir, I do not want that again.

P: Then you need to stay calm with me, okay?

J: Okay. Okay.

P: Now, this tree man -

J: Tall man. He wasn’t no tree. He was just tall and all… Branchy.

P: Right. Tall man. He wasn’t real, Joseph.

J: I been telling myself that, doc… But he fucking was real! Hell, he weren’t even no damn person… But he LOOKED like a person, like one of them X-Files guys or something…

P: Joseph. He was. Not. Real.

J: He was real! He weren’t meant to be real, you could tell! …like he was wearing a man’s face as a mask or somethin’… It didn’t fit right, doc. No sir, it didn’t fit right. But he was real.

P: This ‘tall man’ didn’t kill Ned. You need to accept that.

J: No sir, he didn’t kill Ned. We did. But he made us kill Ned. Yes sir. That’s what he did.

P: The 'tall man’ wasn’t real Ned. You and your friends were drunk and angry. That’s all there was.

J: No sir, we weren’t drunk at all. We only had a few beers, we was just going out in there what to shoot at some gators! Then it came all sorta sliding out of the trees an…

P: And you shot Ned.

J: No! We didn’t kill our friend! No sir! Thing was all looking at us funny, and we’re wondering, who’s this guy? Who wears a fucking suit in the Bayou? Why’s he so tall?

P: Who does wear a suit in the Bayou, Joseph? He was a hallucination.

J: It weren’t no hallucination! It weren’t no real thing either. It was… fuck, I don’t know how to tell it! It was fucking there but not there, doc! Wearin’ the skin of a man like a different suit… Didn’t fit right… No it did not…

P: You said he took you over. Why didn’t he take over Ned, Joseph?

J: Ned were always kinda… Weird. Heard voices since he was fourteen, but he was a real solid buddy, y'know? We didn’t care he talked to himself, seeing as he was just our old buddy. I guess that’s why he couldn’t make him do things.

P: He couldn’t take over Ned because you killed him, Joseph.

J: We didn’t kill him. It killed him. Yes sir, it was the thing.

P: The body was full of bullet holes, Joseph, not 'spear arm’ wounds, whatever those would look like. Three of them were from your gun.

J: We didn’t fucking kill Ned.

P: You killed your friend. It’s important you accept that, so you can begin to move on and we can start fixing you.

J: We didn’t do it.

P: Joseph, you -

J: WE DIDN’T KILL NED, DAMN IT! WE DIDN’T FUCKING DO IT! I DIDN’T KILL MY FRIEND!

P: Joseph, calm down!

J: IT DID IT! IT MADE US DO IT! WE DIDN’T WANT TO! IT MADE US DO IT! IT MADE US!

<Tape ends with a struggle and indecipherable screaming from Patient J as the orderlies pin and sedate him.>