B: I saw one of the antler men walking toward me out of the darkness. Dr. D and Miss Rhonda were sitting with their backs to me and they couldn’t see him coming. He had a face almost like a person’s but his eyes were all black and he didn’t have a nose, just these two little nostril holes like a lizard, and he was smiling. He bent down over me and we locked eyes and I know this sounds crazy, but I could hear him in my head saying that he was sorry that his brother had killed my friend. He said it was an accident and that we were even now. I was confused at first, but then I heard Dr. D and Miss Rhonda screaming and the sound of them being torn apart. The antler man placed his hand over my eyes and I heard him tell me to sleep. When I woke up again, it was morning and I was next to the footbridge we had used to cross the river. One of the people who found me actually fainted when they saw me walking up all dirty and missing an arm.
Erickson collects his papers
E: I’ve gotta tell you, Becky, in the 12 years I’ve been working with the Bureau that is hands down the craziest story I have ever heard.
B: Does that mean you don’t believe me?
E: It means that, even if I did, I have no way of proving a word of it.
B: A lady came and saw me while I was in the hospital. She said she was a counselor and we talked for a while. She was really nice but after she left, I heard my dad tell my mom that I was going to be permanently F’-ed in the head. Only he didn’t say F’-ed. He said fucked.
Becky begins to cry again
B: Do you think I’m fucked in the head?
E: I think you are a strong, bright young lady who has been through a traumatic event no girl your age should have to endure and that possibly it caused you to imagine certain details as a means of coping. But that doesn’t mean you’re messed up in the head. Far from it. I think you’re going to be just fine.
B: Then why can’t I stop dreaming about them? Every night, it’s the same. I’m back there in those woods and I can hear the antler men whispering to me. They tell me terrible things! Why?! Why can I still hear them?!
Becky begins to sob, Erickson comforts her
E: I think that’s enough, don’t you?
INTERVIEW CONCLUDES: 4:37PM
AGENT SUMMATION:
Minimal risk of exposure. Subject is not credible enough to warrant termination. Recommending she be confined to a mental health facility until the age of 18, just to be on the safe side. On a related note, is there any way we can get these things to stop building fucking bridges?
– S.A. Erickson, 7/16/91
