Im worried about how people are going to take this.
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Updated 8 years ago,September 20, 2017
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October 19th, 2016
(Audio recorder initiated)
ME:You ok, Jake?
JAKE:(distracted) Hm?
Yes, yes…Im just little nervous.
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ME:Theres no need to be.
Well go at a pace youre comfortable with, alright?
JAKE:Yes, thats fine.
I just…
ME:What is it?
JAKE:Im worried about how people are going to take this.
ME:The interview?
JAKE:Yeah…Im just…
ME:Take your time, Jake.
JAKE:(hesitant) Ive just been having a hard time living with myself after what happened.
ME:What do you mean?
JAKE:How am I supposed to look at Ross?
How can he ever trust me ever again?
ME:Youre referring to your role in the events that transpired?
When your daughter Clare spotted you disappearing into the cornfield?
JAKE:Oh god…
ME:Take a breath, Jake.
You want some water?
JAKE:No…
ME:Can we back up?
Are you ok with that?
JAKE:(whispers) Oh yes…
ME:How so?
JAKE:Because I had seen the fucking thing.
ME:You saw…Cloo?
JAKE:Thats right.
ME:When was this?
JAKE:A couple weeks before Ross came into our room and put that clay over my eyes.
ME:So what happened?
JAKE:I had gotten up for a drink of water.
House was quiet, cept for the usually stirrings.
I got a drink from the sink and then went to check on the kids.
I do that sometimes…just to ensure theyre asleep and ok.
ME:I see.
ME:So far.
JAKE:Well, I kinda froze up at the top of the stairs.
Because there was something down there looking up at me.
ME:Can you describe what you saw?
JAKE:(voice hoarse) I aint ever seen anything like it.
It was horrifying in its simplicity.
It looked like blue clay.
Like someone had started to mold a human figure out of it.
Cept it wasnt complete.
It was about six feet tall.
It stood on two legs and its feet were just rounded nubs.
There were no indentations, no curves to its figure.
It was just a molded block of clay with two legs.
And it was just…standing there…at the bottom of the stairs…completely motionless.
I kept waiting for it to move or disappear but it didnt.
ME:Why do you think you could see it?
JAKE:After a couple seconds of standing there, I finally closed my eyes and counted to ten.
I thought I was dreaming.
When I opened them again…it was gone.
ME:Was that the only time you saw it?
JAKE:No…I began seeing it everywhere.
Not once did it move.
I thought I was losing my mind.
ME:Did you ever tell your family about it?
JAKE:No sir.
I didnt want to scare them.
I thought I was just going crazy.
I ended up talking to our pastor about it one day after service.
ME:Whatd your pastor say?
JAKE:He told me I was stressed out and overworked.
He urged me to rest and stay out of the sun.
Like that would have done any good.
ME:He didnt believe you?
JAKE:Hell, would you?
ME:I suppose not.
So I just chose to ignore it.
It wasnt harming anyone, after all.
It would just…watch me and give off that negative energy.
ME:Were you aware that Ross was seeing it as well?
JAKE:Not at the time, no.
God knows I wish I had.
Maybe then I could have done something more than I did.
ME:Speaking of Ross, how much do you remember about that night you went into the cornfield?
JAKE:Not much.
I remember hearing Ross at my bedside, but nothing after that.
Maybe bits and pieces, like a dream.
ME:Do you remember him putting the clay over your eyes?
JAKE:Just a sudden coolness settling over me.
ME:You dont remember clearing a circle in the corn?
ME:What about the markings?
Do you remember tilling them into the earth?
JAKE:Only cause what people told me.
Im sorry….I dont want to talk about that anymore.
I…I dont like thinking about it.
You cant blame yourself.
JAKE:Yeah, but I still did it.
JAKE:(sighs heavily) Im not proud of it, but I was drinking in the barn.
I needed a nip now and again, you understand?
ME:Of course.
I peeked my head out the barn and saw him walking into the cornfield.
Now, he knows he aint suppose to go in there at night on account of getting lost.
But there he was, crying his eyes out and walking into the field.
ME:What did you do?
JAKE:Dont call it that.
ME:Im sorry…thats just the name your son provided the papers.
JAKE:I know and it makes us all sound like a buncha loonies.
That fucking thing…was a faceless, nameless mass of negative energy and ill intentions.
She knew what was going on…unbeknownst to me.
What did you do after you were forced back into the barn?
JAKE:After a couple minutes, that thing vanished.
JAKE:No…no I didnt.
ME:You went back into the house, correct?
JAKE:Once that horrible clay statue disappeared, I hauled ass back into the house.
ME:What were your intentions?
JAKE:I was getting my shotgun.
I wanted to blow that thing away.
I knew it was evil and that it was fucking with my family.
You mentioned this to the papers briefly, but I wanted to clarify because I think its very important.
Right there in the middle of the hallway.
ME:What was it?
JAKE:It was a little clay sculpture about four inches tall.
It looked exactly like what I had seen at the bottom of the stairs, cept smaller.
ME:And what did you do?
JAKE:I dont know why…but I marched right over to it and stomped it to bits.
But right as I did so, I looked up and saw the larger version standing in Rosss bedroom.
Even though it didnt have eyes, I could tell it was staring daggers at me.
Well…I didnt give it another second of my time and I smashed the little miniature to pieces.
ME:And it vanished.
JAKE:Like smoke in the rain.
Rosss room was suddenly empty, along with the horrible energy I felt in the house.
JAKE:I raced back downstairs and saw them both struggling toward the house.
When I laid eyes on Ross…I…I…aw shit…
