Free Seven-X by Mike Wech Page A

know what’s going on here. People know I’m here and they know why, so don’t fuck with me.”
    The priest gently said, “This runs deeper than you imagine. We can not risk your well being.”
    “I’m fine,” Eddie answered firmly. “Timothy Nathan Tyler is not. And you wanted me to see him.  He’s number six, isn’t he? And Annette Dobson, she’s lucky number seven. What are you doing with them?
    “Rehabilitating them,” said the Doctor.
    “Bullshit! Tyler looks like ‘Re-Animator.’ He’s a lifeless zombie.”
    “His lobotomy was for his safety and others in this facility,” the Doctor told Eddie.
    “That explains his pretty scar lines.”
    “However, Mr. Hansen,” the Doctor continued. “You will soon notice multiple personalities that transcend his mental condition.”
    The priest interrupted, “I believe he is possessed by eight Demons, but Achlys is not one of them. She came for you.”
    “What? You saying I’m possessed, Rev?”
    “No. Not At this moment.”
    “Not at  what?
    “I believe you are oppressed. Based on your MMPI, I believe you still maintain control over most of your behavior.”
    “Yeah. Most,” Eddie told them sarcastically. I can sense his blood pressure rising.
    The doctor intervened, changing the subject. “Mr. Hansen, Do you recall Timothy Tyler’s murder trial?
    “The Vampire Killer, of course.” Eddie answered. “Tyler killed sixteen coeds over six years trying to make them his bride.”
    “Very good. If you examined court records you would have seen that I was the psychologist hired to determine if Mr. Tyler’s plea of insanity was valid. My initial diagnosis was that he was suffering from a rare disorder known as Cotard’s Syndrome. He truly believed he was already dead and therefore not responsible for any actions in his present life.”
    The priest then said, “In spiritual counseling it was discovered that Timothy Tyler was under the control of Ibwa, a demon from Philippines. Ibwa feeds off dead bodies and ordered the murders. Once possessed, Timothy claims he had no control or recollection of the events.”
    “How’d you come to this?” Eddie asked.
    “Speaking with the demon directly, much like you witnessed yesterday.”
    “Don’t expect me to believe your show. I’m not some pharmaceutical company who’s gonna throw you millions to cure schizophrenia.”
    “You’ll believe by seeing and experiencing and that is why you are here, to record your story,” the Doctor told Eddie.
     “You do understand I’m recording this. I can use this as your confession for holding Tyler.”
    The Doctor responded very authoritatively, “Our research is protected. We are approaching a conclusion and that is the only reason you were invited here, Mr. Hansen. This is your story, for your glory, the infamy you so badly desire.”
    “You read my notes while I was out cold?” Eddie asked.
    “Tonight we’ll review case notes and some tapes that will help you understand your participation in our research Eddie. You may go back to your room,” the priest told him.
    “I’m free to go. I can just walk out of here.”
    “Yes Mr. Hansen,” said the doctor.
    “Great! I’ll take my recorder and head out. I need to get my camera fixed, thanks to your staff. I’ll be back tonight.”
    “Please be careful,” the Doctor warned. “These roads can be dangerous at night.”
    “Eddie,” added the priest. “ Please review Matthew Chapter Twelve, Verse Forty-Three and Luke, Chapter Eleven, Verse Twenty-Four in the Bible I left for you. I’ve highlighted the verses for your  reference. You need to read this to proceed with us.”
    “Will do boss.”  Eddie told them as he closed the door and left. He then shut off his recorder.
     
    That is the end of this recording.

JOURNAL ENTRY                                              
    FRIDAY DECEMBER 10, 2010 - 10:03AM
     
    That was absurd. They had me and just let me go. I was helpless.