I, Doctor Gregory Gray, acting doctor and psychiatrist of St. Esther Institution for the Mentally and Criminally Insane, would like to produce my findings on Patient No. 180, Stephannie Wellsburg Kingston in this elaborate report. Enclosed with my report are pictures of said subject and of our sessions and tape recordings of conversations between the subject and I during our counseling hours.
Stephannie Wellsburg Kingston, or Steph as her family calls her, came in on late December 20XX on a snowy winter’s night at around 10pm. Accompanying her was her family and arresting officer, Officer Daniel Pendleton of the State Police Department. My first observation of her state of mind was disoriented and panic-stricken. She was clutching at air, as if holding someone’s hand and was talking feverishly about not leaving her alone and always be with her. She clearly was not saying this to her accompanying party as her face was not directed to them. She did not seem to care that her family was looking at her worriedly and didn’t asked them to stay when they left her in my hands.
My first interview with her was very fascinating. When I questioned her about her behaviour just now, she claimed to be holding onto the hand of her “ghost lover” whom she called Frederick. She even claimed that he was just right there, standing behind her watching me, glaring at me with anger and if I ever do her any harm, she cannot promise that he would not harm me. I told her that I would not even think of it, just to humour her.
As they took her away to get her settled, I read her file given to me by her family doctor and her family psychiatrist. I have enclosed copies of their full report, but the long and short of it is that they described her as “anti-social, uncooperative, stubborn, overactive imagination, strong tendencies to lie and fabricate truths and suicidal” and required that she be closely monitored.
She officially became the resident of the institute the following day after the trial on her regarding charges of double homicide and company sabotage on January 20XX. Though found guilty under insanity defense, she did not put up any struggle or resistance, as if she was accepting the fate bestowed upon her. She kept herself to herself and never associated herself with any of the inmates. She would often sit at one corner quietly, talking to her imaginary friend intimately and ignored everyone around her. She never posed as a threat to anyone, but somehow, the inmates were afraid of her and did not want to be with her. Neither of them dared to speak to her and rather have nothing to do with her. Even her roommate requested to change rooms as she felt as if Steph was going to kill her at any given moment, though Steph denied ever trying to threaten her roommate in any way. After numerous switches of roommates later, we’ve decided to isolate her and give a room all to herself so as not to further scare the other inmates. She often sat alone during meals and would eat her medicine quietly without protest. Sometimes she can be found up late at night talking to her imaginary friend.
However, Steph was very uncooperative when it comes to therapy sessions. During group sessions, she refused to say a word and go for hours without talking to her counselors. She did not budge through any form of probing, bribes or sweet-talk, and even though she was punished into the time-out room or when the counselors got physical with her (those involved have already been suspended for mistreating patients), she refused to acknowledge their existence. We have tried family bonding to get her to loosen her tongue but to no avail. She just looked at them humorously and ignored them, continuing to pay more attention to her imaginary friend than them.
Finally we resorted to a one-on-one session. She personally picked me to be her counselor and refused to cooperate with anyone else that was given to her. Like group therapy, she could go for long hours just staring at the counselor without saying a single word, until, in some occasions, the counselors themselves would be seen running out of the room, unable to handle the eerie aura she was giving them.
One-on-one sessions with her was rather unnerving, but at the same time rather intriguing. She would flash me the sweetest smile and greet me polite and fully cooperate with me. I have asked her why she specifically wanted me, and she replied that she had this feeling that I would understand her better. I questioned her about her days away from her home and how does she feel about her own predicament. She quietly revealed a thin exercise book that serves as her journal for this whole year, which she had hidden under her shirt all along. I was surprised that I had never seen this notebook before when she was first brought in to the institution but she flashed me a smile that told me it was her to know and for me to find out. “Everything will be answered in there” was what she said when I inquired about the notebook. I have included the notebook in the list of evidence for your review.
Throughout our one-on-one sessions, I have studied the notebook and asked her of her opinions regarding what she wrote. She insisted that all of it was true to detail and that she had not embellished the truth in any way. This is what I have deduced so far regarding her notes:
January Entry – It is true that Ouija games have always been a rather fascinating cult amongst teenagers. Reports from the hospital her friend Abigail was committed said that she had suffered an almost fatal wound to her jugular by an unidentified weapon which matched neither of the possible objects that could be used as a cutting instrument. The weapon had literally sliced through her jugular and through her vocal chords, damaging it permanently. My theory towards Abigail’s statement on a returning coin she used for the Ouija game was probably due to self-fulfilling prophecy. Because of the after-effects often rumoured happening whenever you play Ouija, and even though she had so-called practiced the ‘sending off’ ritual, she still expect the after-effects to happen to her, and by constantly expecting it to happen, whenever she sees a random coin, probably there by coincidence or nothing to do with her, she assumed it was the coin she had used for the Ouija game and got into paranoia. In my personal opinion, her wound could be due to self-infliction. After all, according to her psychiatric evaluation, before she went insane, she was a trend setter in class and a fashion freak, which includes keeping long fingernails and enjoyed fingernail painting and illustrations. Since there have been known cases that fingernails can also be used as cutting instruments as, aside from teeth, they are the strongest part of the body, I can only assume that she strongly believed that her ‘coin stalker’ was due to the spirit whom Steph described only as ‘E’, and, overwhelmed by guilt of playing a taboo game and her paranoia, did not realized that she had used her fingernails to cut herself. The draft that Steph claimed she felt during the game was, without a doubt, just a coincidence. Nothing more, nothing less.
February Entry – I have researched the story about the wounded man in the Rasa Ria Hotel at Borneo as per written by Steph. It was confirmed that a foreign worker who used to help clean the corridors of the hotel during its early years of business. Mr. Endon Mahlon Santos, presumably Spanish decent from the Philippines, broke both his legs when he was cleaning one of the corridor toilets as one big piece of the ceiling fell onto him, literally severing them off. He had tried to call for help by trying to get to the lift up to the office at the top floor, but bled to death on the way up. No one heard the fall because it was in the middle of the night and the toilets were beyond the guest rooms’ earshot. The faulty ceiling was fixed and Mr. Santos’s body was shipped back to the Philippines to be dealt with by his immediate family. I cannot fully explain why Steph claims to have felt the presence of Mr. Santos’s “spirit”, but I can deduce that it is possible she might have heard about the history of the hotel somewhere between the lines but conveniently forgot about it (although during my questioning, she adamantly denied ever hearing the story of Mr. Santos), and at that particular floor, her subconscious recalled the memory and ignited her imagination to think that she had heard and felt Mr. Santos’s “spirit”.
March Entry – For this case, it had perked my interest as to how her mind works. Kyoko is definitely confirmed to be deceased as Steph had claimed her to be. Kyoko Hinagata, along with her parents, had been brutally shot in Japan when a group of robber was trying to look for a getaway car after robbing a bank. Her parents were shot first, and when she got off the car to call for help, she was gunned down. There have been scientific proof, although rare and only happens to child prodigies and those who really force themselves to excise their brain use to its fullest, that a person can create manifestations to life for everyone to see and, in rare cases, feel. Such cases also often explain the poltergeist phenomenon where the haunting are manifestations of a disturbed or psychologically unstable mind. Again, it is possible (though she denies it as usual) that Steph may have heard about the student exchange program and about Kyoko’s features, and was so excited about meeting her in person that her subconscious ignited her imagination and managed to project it out into the physical world for people to see, and to gain a little recognition perhaps because of her lack of popularity in the past. The incident during the Hyaku Monogatari or 100th Ghost Story Camp is most probably another one of the culture she learnt from her Japanese class and used her manifested Kyoko as a medium to carry out her desire to play the game, and, through self-fulfilling prophecy, manifested the scary results she had expected to happened at the end of the game as per said by the culture. She has included an anime bookmark she claims as a gift given by Kyoko and I have examined it to be real to the touch. I have informed the proper departments to come over to closely monitor Steph to see how plausible and how powerful her powers of physical manifestations can be, which will later be discussed in later parts of this report.
April Entry – Refer to March Entry. Additional notes: Possible reasons for this manifestations is probably due to the influence of her Headmistress about her religious beliefs and all the “bad for karma” theories, and she has created these manifestations due to self-fulfilling prophecy and her worries, within her subconscious mind, of her Headmistress’s theories being true.
May Entry – Refer to February Entry.
June Entry – Refer to March Entry. Additional notes: Regarding the strange man who gave the flyer, which she had stapled it as proof onto her notebook, the address is confirmed to lead to the burnt down building, which is currently to be reconstructed as a parking lot. So far, there have been no cases of supernatural extraordinaire, which possibly explains the manifestation phenomena Steph created when she expected the carnival to be real. The strange man passing the carnival flyers could possibly be playing a prank on her. The rotten flesh that was claimed to be ice-cream could possibly be part of her illusionary techniques to further make her manifestations more realistic. Although articles have explained of possible spirits within dolls due to human emotional attachment and haunted cemetery, no one has really had solid proof, which further confirms Steph’s possible powers.
July Entry – Refer to March Entry.
August Entry – It is possible that due to an unfamiliar environment, her need for recognition and companionship due to her new environment and the ignorance of her family, and her emotional attachment towards the swing at her backyard, she had created an imaginary friend and lover based on Frederick Clements, the son of the Clements family who accused her of sabotaging their business at their merger company Clements & Marjorie Associates Co. Again, it is possible that she had heard about him somewhere between the lines about the history of the house, as it is stated in the contract law of a realtor’s job to reveal the back story of any previous owners of a house and reasons why it is sold, but conveniently dismissed and forgot about it. The reason as to why her imaginary friend is not visible and did not manifest into reality for her to see is either because it’s just a minor imagination centered within her mind or that her “Frederick” is a personal friend of us that is dear and secret to her and not someone she could just simply share with others.
September Entry – This may probably be the most violent manifestation she had ever created and that I have ever analyzed so far. It could be because of her deep desire to remain hidden from her family and from the authorities that her subconscious mind began to create some sort of being that can eliminate anyone it deemed may serve as a threat to giving away her whereabouts. When her plans to eliminate them quietly backfired by the disappearance of Mr. Trent the head of the shelter that attracted the law enforcers, her mind becomes desperate to search for a way to show the people that she did not commit those crimes. To divert their attention to someone else, she had conveniently used the urban legend and the story told by Martin about the history of the shelter (which was confirmed to be true by re-interviews of the residence of the shelter and reports of police) to create a whole new being that could demonstrate strength impossible for an average girl like her to portray. “The old bum” was just a poor victim—scapegoat—to make her point and let the public focus more on the urban legend than her. Measures to monitor her can be referred to in the March Entry.
October Entry – Refer to September Entry. Additional notes: For the spirit she claimed to see in the playground, refer to February Entry.
November Entry – Refer to February Entry. Additional notes: Possible reasons why she claims to see “Father Death” is because of her possible fear of death if ever she encountered the inevitable. She could be having certain irrational fears about the people who find her may conduct ways of trying to cure her to the point of endangering her life, like what psychiatric institutes used to do in the past to cure their patients of their ailments. Or probably, the most fearful of all conclusions I do not wish to end up, is her plans to end her own life.
December Entry – When I asked her about the accusations against her regarding the sabotage case, she claimed that it was the tomb below the building she claimed to have removed the seal off that caused the business downfall. I have studied the tomb and its history and all claims of it being a sacrificial ground have been confirmed. It was a from a civilization of possibly during the Ice Age where humans at that time have tried many ways to end the ice cold weather and bring back the warm, luscious season. Scientist concluded that it could possibly mean the beginning of man believing in the power of something or someone much higher up than themselves, i.e. gods and goddesses. There have been sayings of age-old tombs creating positive and negative energy due to the nature of their entombment and long years of decay, and according to my deductions, I believe that the negative energy that was so-called channeled by the said “shaman” to work positively onto the Clements’ company have somehow connected with the energy force displayed by Steph’s power of manifestation. And, coupled with Steph’s feeling of resentment to the Clements’ for their indifference towards their son’s death and her desire to make them pay, her manifestation managed to redirect the energy that used to benefit the Clements and work negatively against them, causing them to lose their business. Measures to monitor her can be referred to in the March Entry.
Despite the fact that I have deduced such conclusions, I have to admit—in a sense where I resent and hate the fact that I could be wrong—that my perspective and speculation changed as I carried on monitoring and treating Steph.
For example, after my discussion about her notebook with her, she started to develop a habit of staring at her inmates for a very long time. Sometimes she could stare for hours and never take her eyes off her intended even though it was during meal times or during medication hours, stopping only during bedtime. There have been a few times when the person she stared at would get annoyed and got physical with her, demanding that she tell them what it was that intrigued her to gave them that dead fish look, but she just smiled and did not say a word. Some of them, especially inmates who have violent tendency, beat her up to the point where she could die at any moment (whom we finally managed to apprehend after countless doses of sedatives), but still she refused to reveal her intentions. And after 3 days of staring, she would draw their attention in her own silent way and pointed at them for no particular reason before doing her own thing. The next day, the inmate she had targeted would suddenly all dead for no particular health problems whatsoever.
This habit continued for several weeks until she had earned the nickname “Ms. Death” or “Harbinger of Death” by her inmates, causing them to fear her even more. Whenever she started staring at someone, he/she will go hysterical and demand any working attendant to take her away and stop her from staring at them, which to no avail, because 3 days later, with or without her staring and pointing, that person would die. Some feared her so much that the moment she started staring, they would scream and commit suicide in any way possible, not wanting to suffer 3 days of worrying and wondering what is in store for them.
When I asked her about this habit of hers, she just quietly replied that she could see a symbol on her inmates’ head that increased in size and shape and pattern within those 3 days, and finally on the 3rd day, the symbol would form itself into a skull, which indicated that he/she was going to die. She pointed at the intended because she wanted to show her imaginary friend who the next victim of Father Death was, because she claimed “spirits” cannot see the symbol, only her. She said that every symbol appeared to be different every time, and claimed that she stared at them because she just wanted to find out how the symbol changes, but in the end, no matter how different or odd-looking it started out, it would always end up as a skull. I joked about her “vision”, asking her if she had seen any of the symbols on anyone besides the inmates, and she held up seven fingers and would not say more. Sure enough, seven of our workers have died in the most bizarre forms, from getting crushed by a falling cupboard, choking on their food, drowning in their own bathtub, burnt alive by a lit match and even die from an infection after getting cut by a penknife. I have included her drawings of how the symbols looked like among the list of evidence.
I told her about my theory of her power of manifestation and confessed to her that I had specialists monitoring her secretly. I asked if she actually willed them to die out of spite out of vengeance, or out of fun even. She, after hearing all my theories and conclusions as to what I think happened with whatever she wrote in her notebook, gave me a cold stare for almost 5 long, silent minutes, and said “I thought I could trust you” and walked out of my office before I allowed her to. The next day, she requested that she be put in the basement where all the Code Red patients are at her own free will. Since we have met with no objections form either the workers or the inmates, I have no choice but to comply with her request.
Since then, stranger things began to happen in the institute. Poltergeist phenomena began to occur at every ward of the inmates. Unexplained accidents occur that often involved severe injuries and death, and costing the institute millions of dollars in damages and lawsuit for misconduct and unsatisfactory treatment to patients. Certain “things” were caught on camera (which I have include in the list of evidence) everywhere, and a lot were from Steph’s cell where she could be seen talking to a young boy and him caressing her cheek, but when we come down to check, she was actually talking to air, but security guards monitoring the cameras claimed that the boy was right there and still there in front of her. More and more patients have been removed from our institute to be relocated to other places and we are left with only a handful of them, which include the Code Red patients and of course, Steph.
I begged Steph to stop her manifestations right this moment. I struck deals with her, asking her to stop whatever she was doing if I call off the researchers and specialists who have been monitoring her in secret, or issue her a letter that she is cured and free to go, but she just smiled, shook her head and said that she was fine just right there, and that she cannot hold back whatever her “Frederick” is allowing the dead tortured souls of the dead inmates do.
“You shouldn’t have made Frederick mad,” that was the last thing she said to me before shutting me out as well.
She never responded to me since then.
Yet the strange phenomena still continued.
The specialists and researchers who secretly monitored her came back with the results, said that while the strange phenomena continues to happen, they have noticed that there is no extra brain activity whatsoever occurring on her. At first, they thought it could probably be a faulty machine, but after checking and double-checking the machinery for almost 10 times, they still got the same results. Even when they discarded the ones they’re using and bought new, more advanced ones, the results were still the same. After much discussion, they wish to take her off my hands to study her some more. I agreed and signed some papers to wash her hands off my case. Surely enough, the strange phenomena stopped immediately after she left the building.
I have not heard from her for almost 3 years, and only received brief reports on how her progress was, ending it always with the sentence “Further studies needed to be conducted”. I have included photocopies of their research and reports both while they were studying her in my institution and at their own in the list of evidence for your reference. Finally, during New Year’s Eve 20XX, while I was celebrating it at the staff lounge with what’s left of my workers when suddenly there was a breaking news on TV showing the institution where Steph was taken to be studied on fire. It seemed like no matter how the firemen aimed the water directly at the fire, they could not put it out. They could not determine what caused the fire and so far, all forms of fire extinguishing material possible had been used, to no avail. The building continued to burn on and on and there was nothing the firemen could do about it but rescued as much people out of the building as possible. The next day, the fire finally burned down the entire building to the ground. Very little of them escaped with barely their lives, most of them with severe second and third degree burns all over, and many had been reduced to ash in the burning rubble.
I wondered if Steph had suffered the same fate as those in the hospital or as those dead in the ashes of the institution, but my wondering was met with a surprise visit from the face who cannot be any more familiar: Stephannie Wellsburg Kingston Patient No. 180 standing at the front door of my institute drenched in blood and covered with soot and ash, worsen with the cold snow outside, staring blankly at me without a word. She just collapsed into my arms and went in and out of consciousness as we tried the best we could to heal her. There was one time when she woke up and she managed to stay up for about 30 minutes to tell me what happened. The full story is in one of the recordings I have included in the list of evidence, but basically she claimed that further probing on her by the specialists have angered her “Frederick” and caused him to create all sorts of haunting chaos around the institution, and when she butted in to stop him, he went out of control and blew every circuit there is in the building, setting off the fire. She claimed that he was going to let them burn, and let her burn as well for taking their side and not acknowledging his sacrifice for her. After that, she went into a coma and soon into a semi-vegetative state.
On the late evening of March 20XX, Steph had a visitor. His descriptions matched exactly like the boy she had met at the hospice for the homeless. He claimed to be an old friend of hers while he was a worker at the hospice, and introduced himself as Repaer Mirg. It sounded almost like a Dutch or Russian name, and he was an odd eye, so I assumed he was a foreigner. He spoke well of Steph’s past, claiming that during her time in the hospice they had shared many stories between each other, and that he pitied that the world had to give her such a burden when she was only a little girl and that she was meant to do many great things, just in the wrong lifetime. He sounded almost like the way Steph had written in her notebook, and spoke like a boy beyond his age and in riddle- and cryptic-like quality. I had secretly turned on my recorder to tape our conversation to make some comparison with the boy Steph wrote about in her notebook, and he seemed to give me a sort of knowing look but did not mention anything about it. He advised me to use the mirror as he commented about how messy my hair looked, to which I agreed, just to humour him. He gave a kiss on her forehead and whispered “It’s time to go, old friend” before leaving quietly, giving me a smile and walking out with his right extended and clutched, as if holding someone’s hand.
It was that moment that I realized that Steph had no longer had a pulse. She had breathed her last on that day. Her time of death was 1730 hours on 7th March 20XX.
I have gone to the hospice and cross-examined every existing volunteer, nurses and doctors that worked there, but there is no such name as Repaer Mirg. When I described how Repaer looked like to them, none of them recognized or had a clue as to who I was talking about. It was when I tried to get a sample of his picture by looking through the tape of that day from the security cameras that I realized I could not: he was not captured in camera! I was talking to air! To no one, just like when Steph was talking to her “Frederick”, only this was a vice versa situation! And yet, his voice captured in the recording, like a white noise! I was then reminded of his comment he gave me on “using the mirror”, which showed that his name was actually GRIM REAPER spelled backwards. I have the recording and a copy of that security tape included in the list of evidence to prove my point.
Thus, after my personal encounters and observation throughout my entire career as Steph’s doctor and psychiatrist, my conclusion towards her case is that Stephannie Wellsburg Kingston, Patient No. 180 is, without a doubt, a possible link to the world of the unknown. There are so many things that science cannot truly explain in this world, and things that happen beyond our control and our scientific comprehension still shows how little we know the world and how truly small we are. We tend to want to explain things and try to make sense every single detail in our universe, but the fact is that there are so many things that is going on in our world that can sometimes be a little bit outside our norm and beyond our capability of understanding, comprehension and acceptance that we lack the will and the courage to even dare venture into that area, and thus, we become in denial.
For me, I personally fear for my life as Steph had claimed that whoever sees the Grim Reaper usually would not live long, and I am worrying every single day of my life wondering what would mark my end. After my experience, Steph has somewhat made me a believer, and I dread the day I would meet ‘Repaer Mirg’ again.
The rest is for you to judge.
Yours truly,
Dr. Gregory Gray, PhD.
Post note (by Norrington Abe, assistant CEO of Federal Investigation Bureau): This report has been received three days after the tragic death of Dr. Gregory Gray after he had been brutally attacked by one of his patients with a penknife, fatally slicing his jugular. The body of Subject 180 has been acquired a day before burial on the pretense that she had signed an organ donors’ card during her sentence in Dr. Gray’s institute. Her body, along with this report will be thoroughly studied and further investigations regarding this matter and of the subject’s “paranormal experiences” are being made.
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