Bloody Mary's Journal was a large part of the interactive website for Halloween Horror Nights: Reflections of Fear. It was available from the top bar of the website, and was slowly updated over July and August of 2008 with the story of psychologist Dr. Mary Agana's descent into madness over the same period during 1958. Descriptions of Dr. Agana's patients and transcripts of the journal's contents are below.
The Patients Edit
Eileen Harrell Edit
Markham Harrell (artist) marries Louise Hatfield (storyteller - Grimm’s fairy-tales) in 1920. They have a daughter, Eileen Harrell, on June 16, 1922. Eileen opens her own company illustrating children’s storybooks in 1954, but quickly goes bankrupt. She then begins working for a publishing business and publishes “Children’s Classics” in April 1955.
Eileen also illustrated for comic books, most notably AtomicComics volume number 24, entitled “Creatures!” that was based off of the mysterious death of bar owner Jim Deedle. Eileen regularly attends the Kitty Kat Club bar, where she meets Michael Petty and draws illustrations on a napkin keepsake for Michael. Eileen makes an appointment on July 9, 1958 to see Dr. Mary Agana in order to cure her fear of myths and legends, particularly the Headless Horseman. Dr. Agana makes Eileen approach a table next to a mirror and exposes her to a severed human head Agana borrowed from a local anatomy class, which sets Eileen into convulsion and uncontrolled hysteria. As a result, Dr. Agana arranged hospitalization and medication in a private facility. Mary herself becomes confused and puzzled by her reaction, seeing that an inanimate object like a severed head can hurt no one, even upon examining the object.
Lt. Von Stebler Edit
German-American Admiral George Von Stebler (retired naval admiral and harbor master) fathers a son on December 11, 1936. Due to circumstances surrounding his father’s life during WWII, Lt. Von Stebler grows up with a fear of the infamous legend “Bloody Mary.” Lt. Von Stebler is rejected as an applicant to become an astronaut by the National Advisory Committee for Aeronautics due to his psychological distress. In order to help his son who is facing a Section 8 discharge from the U.S. Navy, George brings him to Dr. Christian Kubsch, who is a board member for the National Association of Mental Health. Unable to help Lt. Von Stebler with his fear himself, George Von Stebler becomes desperate for help. Admiral Von Stebler suggests taking his son to Dr. Mary Agana, who specializes in fear therapy, but Dr. Kubsch warns him not to bring his son to Dr. Agana since he was familiar with her work and her untraditional and possibly dangerous practices. Going against Dr. Kubsch’s opinion, George Von Stebler makes an appointment for his son to visit with Dr. Agana on July 15, 1958 in order to cure his fear of “visions” of undefined symbols that he believes will lead to catastrophic events.
Dr. Agana exposes him to a slideshow of Dr. Kubsch’s fishing trip in the summer of 1946, during which time Lt. Von Stebler first saw these symbols, which led him to uncontrollable night terrors. During the slideshow, Von Stebler is strapped into a seat that forces him to view the images, and is told he is allowed to draw anything he wishes with a pen and paper. The slideshow becomes too much for Von Stebler to comprehend and he uses his free hand to carve the symbols on his body, particularly with a fountain pen and he damages his left eye's blood vein in an attempt to free himself from the eye restraints. As a result, Dr. Agana arranged hospitalization and medication in a private facility. Dr. Agana kept the pen as a memento, while finding an interest in the fact that a single photo can drive a man mad.
Charlie McPherson Edit
Shawn McPherson (photographer) graduates from Ohio University and replaces John R. Neill in 1930 as head magazine photographer. Shawn fathers a son, Charlie, on November 26, 1918. Charlie becomes a photographer with the Metropolitan Tribune in 1948, but is fired in 1955.
He becomes a freelance photographer and one of his first jobs, in 1955, deals with him photographing Thornton M. Kesterson, a gem dealer whose reputation is in dispute. McPherson is then hired by private investigator Boris Shuster in 1958 to take pictures of Frank Bennett’s infidelity against his wife Diane Bennett. Charlie McPherson makes an appointment on July 22, 1958 to see Dr. Mary Agana in order to cure his fear of seeing ghostly images in his photography. Also knowing about his fears of the dark and of enclosed spaces, Dr. Agana places McPherson in a glass box with limited air and gives him the choice to entomb himself in the box or to open the lid and face his fear of the surroundings, which included a dark room filled with flash bulbs illuminating ghostly images. McPherson chooses not to open the lid and he dies due to a lack of oxygen, becoming Dr. Agana's first victim. Dr. Agana finds his choice to be quite fascinating and this marks a change: one in Dr. Agana's behavior, and Boris begins to investigate MacPherson's disappearance.
Johnny Deedle Edit
Jim Deedle opens the Butchered Buck bar in 1935. In 1939, Jim’s sister, Carla, marries Peter Samish (gun dealer), who owns his own company, Samish Gun Supply Wholesalers. Jim fathers a son, Johnny Deedle, on July 29, 1940 and he organizes a celebration in his bar on August 15, 1940. Jim dies under unexplained circumstances, which causes his son to move in with his uncle and becomes an apprentice gunsmith. Johnny reads volume 24 of AtomicComics entitled “Creatures!”, which was illustrated by Eileen Harrell. The comic book focused on the invasion of alien-like creatures with long tentacles that killed a man by the name of Jim Deedle. As a result of the traumatizing comic book, Johnny quickly develops a fear of creatures living under his bed, which is presumably tied into his father’s mysterious death.
To protect the Butchered Buck, Peter Samish begins supplying shotguns to the bar in 1957. Samish begins to worry about his eighteen-year-old nephew and makes an appointment for him to see Dr. Mary Agana in hopes that her immersive fear therapy will cure him of his phobia. Johnny sees Dr. Mary Agana on July 30, 1958 so she can help stop his recurring nightmares of strangulation by a octopus-like creature. Dr. Agana hypnotizes Johnny, puts a burlap sack over his head and ties ropes around his body to make it seem as if he is being strangulated by the tentacles belonging to the octopus-like monsters in the comic. Johnny is placed on a table and is forced to balance on it as Agana removes the hypnotic effects upon him. She gives him the choice to stand there and continue to be strangulated by the ropes or to step off the ledge (simply the table) into the green abyss he so often fears. Johnny chooses to step off the ledge, which results in his strangulation since Dr. Agana had tied a noose around his neck.
Diane Bennett Edit
Charles Dodgson, Sr. and an unnamed minor give birth to a son, Charles Dodgson, Jr. Charles, Jr. fathers a daughter, Alice Dodgson, who develops a stutter as a result of a speech impediment that both her father and grandfather possessed. Alice mothers a daughter, Diane (Dodgson) Bennett, on November 21, 1920. Diane becomes a drama and vocal coach who develops a fear of stories and fairy tales after reading “Children‘s Classics,” which was published through Eileen Harrell‘s company. Diane marries Frank Bennett in New York City on March 25, 1951. Frank becomes unfaithful to his wife and Diane hires private investigator Boris Shuster to look into Frank’s possible infidelity. Freelance photographer Charlie McPherson takes photographs of Frank with his mistress, which ultimately results in the divorce between Diane and Frank Bennett in July of 1958.
This traumatic experience for Diane enhances her fear of stories that end with “happily ever after.” Diane Bennett makes an appointment on August 8, 1958 to see Dr. Mary Agana in order to cure her fear of poetry and stories. Dr. Agana places Diane in the center of a circle, where she is surrounded by hypnotized patients from a local facility, each patient has a mirror below their chair. When the testing begins, the patients begin reciting lines from various fairy tales, which causes Diane to enter a severe bout of crying and hysteria. When she can no longer handle the immersive treatment, Diane recites the safe word (presumably “Mary”), which triggers the patients to brutally attack and kill her.
Thornton Kesterson Edit
Aldridge Kesterson moves from town to town around New England during the 1880’s as a carpenter and coffin maker. Aldridge fathers a son, Thornton M. Kesterson, on March 9, 1891 in Bristol County. Aldridge is suspected of criminal activity, possibly involving the smuggling of bodies to and from London as a result of the “Jack the Ripper” murders. Due to Aldridge’s suspected relationship to Body Collector George (Chapman) Kubsch and the “Ripper” murders, the Kestersons permanently relocated to the Mid-West in 1892. Strong evidence, such as Thornton’s school poems, shows that Aldridge was physiologically abusive to his son throughout his childhood years. Aldridge is hired by Mr. Renshaw of the Carey, Ohio schoolhouse to be the handyman. On August 27, 1908, he developed a Halloween prank that would target the school teacher, Mary Worthington. He convinced six school children to participate in the ritual, while Thornton was scared by his father’s plan and left the schoolhouse running into the cornfields. Aldridge’s plan went too far and resulted in the accidental death/disappearance of Mary Worthingtone , which left blood and broken glass shattered across the schoolhouse. As an adult, Thornton becomes a gem trader and travels around the world in search for precious and valuable gems. He became paranoid of the various diseases that he might contract on his expeditions and developed a fear of fire, viruses, and cannibalism. Thornton visited the office of Dr. Christian Kubsch, a general practitioner at the time, to receive a variety of vaccinations from 1942-1943. His reputation as a reputable diamond broker came into question in 1955 when freelance photographer Charlie McPherson caught Thornton smuggling diamonds and other precious gems into the country. Thornton Kesterson makes an appointment on August 18, 1958 to see Dr. Mary Agana in order to cure his fear of being contaminated from his many international trips. Also knowing about his fear of fire, Dr. Agana straps Thornton into a table that is placed in front of an industrial jet surrounded by mirrors. She tells him that the flames from the jet will help "decontaminate" him, but when she turns the jet on, Thornton is quickly incinerated. Before he burns to death, Thorton croaks the word, "Mary" and the mirrors break due to the intense heat and the shards impale his charred body.
Dr. Christian Kubsch Edit
Andrew Borden fathers a daughter, Lizzie, in London, England. Andrew builds coffins for a living and is noted for making coffins for two of the “Jack the Ripper” victims, Mary Ann Nichols who was murdered on August 31, 1888 and Elizabeth Stride who was murdered on September 30, 1888. The autopsies for Nichols and Stride were conducted by George Chapman, who is under suspicion for being involved in their deaths based on evidence of falsified death certificates. It is also believed that George Chapman was the founder of the Body Collectors outfit, which collects and murders people to sell their bodies and body parts on the black market. This, along with Chapman’s side job of being a barber (“Sweeney Todd”) and general practitioner, helped supplement his family income. With the fear of being caught, George Chapman fled to the United States in 1888, where he changed the family name from Chapman to Kubsch. In 1892, George fathered a son, Jeremiah Kubsch. George Kubsch returned to England in 1903, when his real identity of Seweryn Klosowski was discovered, and was hung for murdering his three wives as part of his “collecting” business. Back in the United States, Jeremiah Kubsch attends school in the small town of Carey, Ohio. When he turned eighteen, Jeremiah and seventeen-year-old Elizabeth Carol of England gave birth to a son, Christian Kubsch on May 5, 1910 in the Wyandot County Hospital. Christian grows up to be a general practitioner and he immunizes gem dealer Thornton Kesterson between 1942 and 1943 so he can travel the world looking for exotic and precious gems and diamonds. He takes a break from his job and goes on a fishing trip in the summer of 1946 with navy pilot Lt. Von Stebler and his father Admiral George Von Stebler, where he creates a slideshow of their trip. Curious about the human mind and Von Stebler’s developing fear of apocalyptic signs, Christian becomes a doctor of psychiatry in 1948. He is also driven to make this decision due to his own developing fear of operations and cadavers, which probably emulated from the work of his grandfather. Christian Kubsch is hired by Dr. Gustav Heim to be a board member of the National Association of Mental Health. He is later approached by George Von Stebler, who is requesting help for his son, Lt. Von Stebler and his growing fear of apocalyptic “visions” and signs. Christian cannot offer help, but warns George Von Stebler about the practices of Dr. Mary Agana, one of their doctors. In 1958, Dr. Mary Agana requests funding from the NAMH for her Phobia Exposure Therapy Project. On June 25, 1958, Dr. Heim and the board members of the NAMH deny this grant to Dr. Agana for fear that her treatments would cause irreversible damage to her patients. Dr. Mary Agana leaves the NAMH and begins her own business. She kidnaps Christian Kubsch and brings him to her office on August 20, 1958, where she brutally kills him by drilling a hole through his back in an attempt to cure him of his fear of dead bodies and gruesome operations and as an act of revenge.
Boris Shuster, P.I. Edit
Boris Shuster is a private investigator in New York City. He is hired by Diane Bennett to investigate the possible infidelity of her husband, Frank. Boris hires freelance photographer Charlie McPherson to take photographs of the affair. His pictures do indicate Frank’s infidelity, which leads to the Bennetts’ divorce, but McPherson disappears in the process of acquiring additional proof. Boris discovers that Charlie McPherson disappeared after making an appointment with Dr. Mary Agana, founder of Living Fearlessly: Specialized Treatments for Fear Based Ailments in upstate New York. Shuster begins an investigation on the works and practices of Dr. Agana after her patients gradually begin to disappear. With hopes of finding the ultimate truth behind the bizarre practice of Dr. Agana, Boris makes an appointment with Dr. Mary Agana on August 27, 1958, claiming that he has a fear of doctors. It is unknown exactly what happened during the session, but two things have been confirmed: first, that a boxer and former convict named David Gromnoll was her "killer", not Boris as previously suspected; and Dr. Mary Agana was never seen in this world again. Following this traumatic incident, Boris organizes the Legendary Truth: The Collective in order to research this, and other paranormal events that have occurred over the years. The full fate of Boris Shuster is still not known, but hopefully the Legendary Truth operatives will soon discover what really happened on the night of August 27, 1958.
Monday, July 7, 1958
Re: Phobia Exposure Therapy Project grant application 48-278
It is with much regret that I must inform you that your application for a grant funding the above-referenced project has been denied. Please understand that the committee carefully reviewed your research, your thesis, and program outline. By unanimous decision, all 13 board members agreed that your proposal to conduct experimental immersive phobia therapy is far too unorthodox for the National Association of Mental Health to participate in or be associated with. On a personal note, I am complied to say that I am deeply disturbed by rumors to the effect that you plan to carry on this project even if our association denies funding. You simply cannot foresee the danger to patients that might exist if immersive technique is administered in any setting other than a recognized clinical research facility.
Dr. Gustav Heim,
...and thus a milestone is reached and documented.
Receipt of the "official" denial to the request for funding by the National Association leaves me no choice but to continue the project on my own.
Upon reflection, I must confess that this comes as no great surprise - for the board members' opinions of revolutionary psychiatric treatment are at best, uninspired, their philosophies are archaic...and their imagination barren.
Accordingly, I have scheduled my first patient interview, will conduct an in depth analysis of underlying classic manic phobia and will then consider and administer the most direct approach to immersive exposure treatment, adhering strictly to the guideline set forth in my thesis.
I harbor no doubt that time and results will prove me correct in my theories, methods and techniques.
Eileen Harrell Edit
Wednesday, July 9, 1958
Occupation: Illustrator, children's books and periodicals. Co-owner of advertising agency
Neurosis suspected: Mythophobia
Details: Patient exhibits an inordinate fear of all things related to myth stories, associated customs and classic images, and legends (in particular, the Headless Horseman), etc. Hallucinatory episodes on a specific earthly focal point of these elements.
Assessment Scale: 3
Thursday, July 10, 1958
Mental Status: Patient unable to complete simple work assignments, severe adverse financial situation as a result.
Symptoms: Inconsolable crying at exposure to graphic images and elements associated with myths and legends. Inability to sleep; nausea; weight loss and bizarre psychotic episodes that include unreasonable prediction of death.
Diagnosis: After comprehensive analysis of patient's primary phobia, it became clear that exposure to a single element embodying the physical manifestation of that fear was paramount in the successful confrontation of the phobia itself and thus would result in an elimination of neurosis generated by illusion of impeding death.
Friday July 11, 1958
Dr.: I can see you; you will not be able to see me. Do you understand? (silence; Patient presumably nods) Good. The room you have just entered is locked from the outside, and you will not be permitted to leave until the session ends. Understand? (Patient presumably nods again) Good. Now, you will direct your attention to the table by the mirror. You will remove the fabric draped over the object on the table. Proceed.
(Silence, soon followed by Patient hysterically screaming)
-Fully cognizant of entrapment in an inescapable environment, subject was exposed to a freshly severed human head.
-Reaction was unexpectedly severe
Convulsions following uncontrollable hysteria left subject in a state of catatonia.
Have arranged appropriate hospitalization/medication in private facility. Will monitor progress. On personal note, I am intrigued by this result and find myself fascinated by the inordinately strong reaction to this inanimate object (a lifeless head after all, makes no movement or sound beyond the sonus gurgulio associated with recent capulatio humanus).
Dr.: Subject's extreme reaction to a severed head, an inanimate object, leaves me apprehensive and puzzled. In an effort to determine the source of terror, I chose to closely examine the object itself. As expected, the flesh was cold to the touch. Muscle tissue, stiff as a result of rigor mortis, no doubt. Eyes, opaque and dull. Smell, sweet smell of cut meat and coagulating blood. Reminds me of the butcher shop.
Lt. Von Stebler Edit
Tuesday, July 15, 1958
Occupation: Navy pilot, astronaut recruiting program
Neurosis suspected: Paranoia with underlying Astro/Placophobia
Details: Patient suffers night terrors with repetitive "visions" of undefined symbols he perceives as precursors to impending catastrophe.
Assessment Scale: 6
Wednesday, July 16, 1958
Mental Status: Patient "released" from embryonic NACA program with discharge recommendation from program psychiatric board.
Symptoms: Disassociation and bizarre ranting centered on predictions of unseen horrific consequences of his work. Obsession with sketches of unrecognizable symbols.
Diagnosis: Analysis of patient's underlying phobia suggests that prolonged exposure to images of the "symbols" will obtain desired result of desensitization.
Thursday July 17, 1958
Patient secured and made immobile with cranial restraint preventing head movement; ocular clamps forcing direct and uninterrupted viewing of image; headphone straps insuring aural experience
Dr.: Lieutenant, I'm sure you can hear my voice. It would be best to breath more slowly and adjust to the restrains securing your head and eyes. I realize you are in discomfort but struggling against the devices will only make you more so. While your left hand is bound, you will note that your right hand is not. There's a pen and paper for free form association. Please make sketches as you experience what is about to happen. I'm going to show you some images now. You may recognize some that come from your own earlier drawings.
(As the slide images are displayed, Patient's muffled screams, and sounds of struggling and cutting can be heard.)
Reaction: Violent (especially at sight of "the symbols").
Physical strength of individual resulted in contusions to left wrist and broken ankles during treatment. Broken blood vessels in right eye. Dental damage as a result of biting through gag.
Patient self inflicted deep gashes on thighs, using pen to carve symbols in his own flesh. Attention is required.
Dr.: I found this inconclusive, although it leads me on the next decision of the next treatment. Audio feedback is too distracting. I find that I like to watch. But I guess I should least monitor vital signs. The emotion I experienced was much stronger this time. The fact that a single image can drive a man to self mutilation is...Hmm...I think I'll make the pen my own.
Charlie McPherson Edit
Tuesday, July 22, 1958
Neurosis speculated: Nyctophobia, Claustrophobia (associated with work related accident)
Details: Subject haunted by terrifying glimpses of...incapable of articulating specific description...images themselves are apparent through the lens...the momentary flash of the camera's bulb.
Assessment Scale: 5
Wednesday, July 23, 1958
Mental Status: Extreme antisocial behavior. One conviction of disorderly conduct.
Symptoms: Dangerously elevated blood pressure during preliminary interviews, profuse perspiration and rapid breathing/heartbeat when describing condition. Irrational and offensive language at inappropriate times during interview.
Diagnosis: Analysis suggests that total immersion in feared environment will test limit of subject's physical reaction to intense psychological testing. Recommendation: Total Immersive Phobia Exposure Therapy with vital monitors only - NO audio feedback.
Thursday, July 24, 1958
Dr.: As you can tell, the room you are lying in is completely dark, and the coffin-like box that holds you, while made of glass so i can visually monitor your reaction, will in no way restrict your movements should you chose to leave it. However, the air supply inside is limited and you will have to decide for yourself when to push open the glass lid in order to breath and when to step out into the world you claim contains your worst fears. There are flash bulbs installed in strategic placements throughout the space and they are of the exact same type you use in your photography work. In fact, I obtained them from your office. These will illuminate the same images your flash camera does. In a moment they will begin to fire and I will note your reaction.
(The sound of the bulbs going off can be heard. Patient's heart rate monitor and heartbeat can be heard, increasing in speed.)
Your vital signs are reaching critical level. All you need to do is push open the glass lid above you. Life or death...the choice is (Patient flat-lines) yours.
Patient worst phobia created in clinical setting.
Reaction: Pulmonary failure due to oxygen deprivation at subject's failure to open container lid
Cardiac arrest irreversible--Subject deceased.
Session lasted less than ten minutes.
Dr.: Hmm. Subject's irrational decision to remain entombed in an airless glass coffin rather than face his fears was an unexpected...thrill! I must change, conduct myself accordingly. And another observation; as the subject's heart stopped beating, I thought I heard...music. Odd to notice such a thing at such a time. Hmm...
Friday, July 25, 1958
First two subject sessions proved to be as informative as I had hoped.
Immersive Exposure was far more dramatic and physical.
Both subjects required medical attention as a result, and institutionalization as necessary.
The unfortunate death of subject 3 leaves me with a personal emotion that I find...(word crossed out)
N̶a̶t̶u̶r̶a̶l̶l̶y̶,̶ I̶ w̶i̶l̶l̶ m̶a̶i̶n̶t̶a̶i̶n̶ a̶ h̶e̶a̶l̶t̶h̶y̶ s̶e̶p̶a̶r̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ b̶e̶t̶w̶e̶e̶n̶ m̶y̶ o̶w̶n̶ a̶n̶t̶i̶c̶i̶p̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶s̶ a̶n̶d̶ t̶h̶e̶ f̶i̶n̶a̶n̶c̶i̶a̶l̶ c̶l̶i̶n̶i̶c̶a̶l̶ r̶e̶s̶p̶o̶n̶s̶e̶.̶
I...I am...The first subject sessions proved to be as informative as I had hoped. Although in ways that were not anticipated. Immersive exposure therapy reaction was far more intense than I imagined it would be. And I discovered an empathy I did not expect. The severed head, the self mutilation and finally the ultimate surrender to be no more. Watching a life end; this fascinating decision by the photographer leaves me with more questions than answers. But I now know what must be done. For I feel as if I'm growing stronger as I acknowledge my own fears of the inevitable; through others...and I've...I...I...like it. It is only through watching them die that I live. I am drawn in a new direction, excited by the prospects and feel renewed.
And now my favorite shutterbug has gone missing - which is jamming me up 'cause I need the pictures he promised as evidence in a messy divorce case I already been paid for. So I start nosin' around and find out he's seeing some lady shrink 'cause he's havin' nightmares or something. I check her out as best I can and I'm here to tell ya somethin' ain't Jake with this twist. Took myself a little tour of her digs and find out she's taking in patients and sending out basket weavers. Some artist broad, and a washed out navy pilot. And there ain't no sign of my boy. Near as I can tell, he went in but never came out - and I says he ain't wearin' a wooden kimono. He's gone Claude Rains. Anyway, I tell ya, the doctor dame ain't what she appears to be. So I'm gonna nose around some more 'cause there's something hinky goin' on. Can't quite crab it yet. An old gumshoe like me don't usually need one - but in this case, I might just need some outside help. And like I always say - if you know what's good for ya, you'll keep it to yourself. B.S.
Johnny Deedle Edit
Wednesday, July 30, 1958
Occupation: N/A (high school student)
Neurosis suspected: Megalo/Herpetophobia
Detials: Subject reluctantly relates recurring nightmare of bodily constriction by Enteroctopus Dofleini like animal emerging from crevasse or gaping fissure beneath bedroom floor of residence.
Assessment Scale: 3
Friday, August 1, 1958
Mental Status: Extreme mental anguish. Self medication and experimentation with mind altering pharmaceuticals.
Symptoms: Subject exhibits physical symptoms of strangulation during regressive hypnosis (highly susceptible).
Diagnosis: Inability to draw breath. Indescribable pain. Choking. Loss of consciousness.
August 5, 1958
Dr.: Eight...seven...six. When I reach the number five, you will begin to awaken from a deep sleep. Five...four. When I reach the number three, you will be very aware of your surroundings and condition. Three, two, one. You are fully awake now. And as you feared, you are standing at the edge of an abyss. And although you cannot see it, a greenish light emanates from within. Moving up and out of this pit are long snake-like limbs. You are held tight by the tentacles of an immense creature that is slowly strangling the life out of your body. It covers your face completely, and its long sinewy feelers are wrapped tight around your neck. I cannot hear you but I can see you struggling, but keep your balance and to escape it's grip, there is but one escape. You can end this nightmare by simply facing your worst fear. (Three) By simply stepping into the thing you fear the most. (Two) One step (One) into the abyss and your nightmare ends forever. (Snap!)
(The sound of a table falling over and a rope snapping is heard)
Dr.: One...step. That was as I hoped.
Diane Bennett Edit
August 8, 1958
Occupation: Drama voice coach
Neurosis suspected: Bibliophobia, Metrophobia
Details: Bouts of crying, bizarre behavior when confronted by stories, stories, stories
August 8, 1958
Mental Status: Total Mental/Physical submission
Symptoms: Assumes fetal position
August 8, 1958
Dr.: The individuals seated in a circle of chairs around you are patients transported here from a state facility. You'll note that they sit beneath a mirror that reflects your image back to me and gives me a different angle from which to observe you. A closer perspective if you will. In addition to the performances they have been rehearsing for you, each has been conditioned to react to the safe word we discussed. Should you feel threatened at any time, please repeat the word and your session will promptly end. I promise. Let the show begin!
(Various people can be heard reciting fairy tales. As the reciting becomes louder, Patient starts crying. Suddenly, loud shouting and fighting sounds can be heard and Patient screams. As the beating ends, Patient falls silent and the lunatics stop reciting.)
Dr.: Experiment a total success! Conclusion: mob mentality infects even psychotic, deranged and diseased minds. Savage violence begets savage violence. Uninhibited murder can be therapeutic as any treatment ever conceived. At least for me.
(A music box can be heard and Mary starts humming along)
And so it occurs to me now that as I watch the others, I am being watched myself. Closely, perhaps even followed, as I come and go. Either that or my imagination is going stronger as I grow stronger. Maybe it's that I am so full of life, as I watch others end, that I am distracted at times. Nevertheless, I reflect upon each and the reflections themselves help me grow stronger. But, some things are not where I'd leave them to be, nor where I'd left them. But the music is soothing, and my thoughts are not my own anymore. Not solely my own. That is to say I think that others hear me even when I speak only to myself. No need to sneak or hide one's desire. This fascination with me and my work is surely seductive and so easy to join. All you need to do is simply ask.
...So it turns out the appointment book I borrowed ain't helping me crab this anymore than the pages the doc rips out of her journal and tosses. The only ID for each patient is their initials. Once I put monickers to the to the monograms, I can check 'em out and get to noodling the connection. I've been stakin' out her place and near as I can tell, two more plugs have gone missing - some pimple face kid and a canary with great gams. And I get a little closer up-and-down of this wacky dame herself - which I don't mind 'cause she ain't so bad looking lately. I noticed she's wearing her hair different. She looks younger. Skinny but strong. And she's never without that fountain pen and that silver jewelry box. I gotta see what she's keeping in there. So I'm gonna call for an appointment myself - tell her that I suffer from iatrophobia (Ought to get her attention!). B.S.
Thornton Kesterson Edit
August 18, 1958
Occupation: Gem dealer
Neurosis suspected: Phagophobia, Misophobia, Pyrophobia
Details: Possible senility, related cardiac arrest
August 18, 1958
Dr.: While your sense of touch and thus your ability to move has been completely disabled by the powerful anesthetic I administered, your other faculties are in tact. You can see, you can smell, and obviously, you can hear. The incinerator jets bellow your legs and back are the same used in crematoriums. So when I ignite them, I will adjust them to about...fifty percent. So as to prolong the experience for us. I've arranged for you to both experience and observe as flames consume your flesh. This should be really be interesting, for you will face your worst fear, comprehended and yet feel none of the pain that your mind tells that you should. However, if your fear becomes too much to bear, just repeat the word and I will end this. The mirrors arranged around you gives us multiple views of you doing this and of your terror which if you think about it is...perfect!
(The jets ignite and fire starts blazing. Patient's muffled screaming is heard followed by the sound of glass shattering and impaling flesh and Patient's body disentigrating)
Dr.: This was fantastic! When the mirrors cracked and the reflections multiplied, and our purpose became less clouded, I think we know what must happen now. And we're getting closer with each...
(A music box can be heard and Mary starts humming along)
Sweet sound of music
Dr. Christian Kubsch Edit
August 20, 1958
Occupation: p̶h̶y̶s̶i̶c̶i̶a̶n̶ psychiatric board
Neurosis suspected: tomophobia, necrophobia
Details: England descendants. Cadavers, examiners, autopsies, cadavers.
August 20, 1958
Dr.: I understand that you left your medical practice for psychiatry. The result of an aversion to surgery and cadavers and such.
Patient: Where-where do you have me sitting? What is this place? Could you please turn on the lights?
Dr.: Very well, as you ask.
Patient: Dear lord! What have you done?! What did you do to these people?!
Dr.: (as Patient begins whimpering) Ah, the corpses you see so artfully arranged around you and reflected in the mirrors placed beside them are quite simply evidence of the success I achieved on my own. This is at the heart of my thesis that exposure to one's worst fear results in their cure. A thesis that you and your board members rejected!
Patient: (both angry and scared) No! No! You-you murdered and mutilated your patients?!
Dr.: TREATED! THEY SUFFERED, I TREATED! They suffer no more, as you have suffered but will suffer no more!
Dr.: I can see in your eyes that the mere presence of violent death terrifies more than you can stand. Just say my name and I will put an end to all this!
Patient: Dear lord! Mary! Mary!
Dr.: And so it ends...
(The sound of a drill boring through Patient's body can be heard, followed the music box's tune.)
Oh, yes. Yes. Did you think that you will go unnoticed? That a fragile piece of darkened glass would make you impossible to see? Somehow protect as you...spy on my world? And you eavesdrop on my private conversations? Upon reflection, don't you see that I see you every bit as clearly as you see me? Like mirror images; reversed images...that you can lurk, but you can't hide. Simply say the word, and we'll be...as one expects: in your worst nightmare.
- The looker sits starin' and talking to herself in that mirror for hours - STOP
- I don't know what I'm dealing with anymore - STOP
- Scheduled a face to face with her on the 27th - STOP
- The way her visitors have been disappearing, I may not make it myself - STOP
- If I don't, it's up to you - STOP
Boris Shuster, P.I. Edit
August 27, 1958
Occupation: Private investigator
August271958August271958August271958August271958eisoptrophobianarcissisticAugust27,1958August271958August27autophobia1958August271958August27meningitophobia1958August271958August271958 You know better than anyone. Since you spy upon us, and listen and approach the final hour of our time where we meet as one expects. Hear...sweet sounds the other side...where we belong. Shattered image sets us free! Razor sharp shards release...torn tissue, bared bone and flayed flesh. Speak my name. Hear my name. KNOW MY NAME!
Legendary Truth investigation, August 27th 2008 Edit
(The following is from the voice mail box of a Legendary Truth: The Collective member's cell phone received from 12:01 AM to 11:00 PM.)
This is a Level 2, possible Level 1 qualification advisory and authorization for TCE Unit 32819 to immobilize and proceed to location indicated. Reference case: PM-M8A-271958. This is the last known whereabouts of an individual by the name of Mary Agana. 50 years ago tonight, she is rumored to have taken her own life, or had been murdered at the location. Our research indicates that the time of her disappearance was 11:00 PM and we are in position of evidence that supports a potential paranormal incident on this anniversary. Alert this office upon arrival of premises. See photo attached.
Legendary Truth investigative team 32819 is positioned around the building and is in prep to enter premises. Tech elements assembled. Exterior photo attached. Entry attempt to commence at time indicated. Will call again - one hour from now with update. SlayBelle636 Skeptikal1 BadBoyTech BlytheSpearit
I'm recording this call to camera. We've found a possible entry point into the building that 50 years ago tonight, was the scene of a particularly gruesome and grisly incident involving a woman reported to have been the very real basis of famous urban legends. Our video and research technical team is standing by to record any evidence of paranormal activity. Legendary Truth: The Collective believes that 11:00 PM tonight is the time most likely to produce a manifestation and the return of the entity herself. We will enter the premises in one hour.
It is now 9:58 and we are about to enter unexplored premises once occupied by Dr. Mary Agana. Premises that has remained abandoned since her bizarre disappearance in exactly 50 years ago tonight. We are transmitting a photo taken outside the building to document the deterioration of the building itself. Once inside, we will record, blog and document all findings. Stand by for video transmission at 11:00.
- Secret store room. Evidence everywhere! Journals, drawings! Looks like blood!
- At precisely 11:03 PM and, we are getting evidence of her reported death!
- I can't get all this on video!
- Looks like an entire file of her patients!
- Oh, my god! Do you see this?!
- Physical presence detected!
- Boris Shuster? What does that mean?
- Are you getting this? Video and audio file?
- If this doesn't qualify as a level 2, nothing ever will!
- No, it's level 1!
- Damn right, level 1!
- Behind you! It's behind you!