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=3DSP Draft #4= toc They say that I am going insane. You would be here too if you had seen the things that I’ve seen. My wife begged me to plead insane, and they sent me to this loony bin that they call the Wentford Psychiatric Hospital. She really believes them. S he thinks I’ve gone off the deep end, and maybe I have. You can decide for yourself. No one believes me when I tell them my story. The nurses, like my wife, listen and give me a sympathetic nod, and then when they’ve given me my medicine, they leave me, where only the walls will listen and keep me company. Some days, even the walls seem to doubt the truth in my story. Today, when the nurses had left my room, locking the door behind them, I pulled out these various scraps of paper that I had managed to collect in the month that I have been confined here. I pulled out the blue pen that I had managed to keep hidde n for three days, and I began to write this down: my story.

It all started with a mysterious letter. An invitation that went as follows: Welcome to the D.D.W., the Dead Devil Worshippers. You have heard rumors whispered in the dead of night of the atrocities of the D.D.W., but I promise you that joining us will be to your own benefit. I extend my protection to you and your family, but only if you will join me tomorrow night at precisely 11:06 p.m., fifty-four minutes before midnight. We shall meet in the woods surrounding the Anderson Mansion. Come alone. -Victor I had heard the rumors of the feared D.D.W., led by their occult leader, Victor. But to me, they had always been just that, rumors. That was, until that fateful night, when I met the man who had power that came from the devil himself. The night that followed my reception of the accursed letter, I made a mistake that I will forever regret. I became a member of the D.D.W.. As a member of the inner circle of the D.D.W., I met in the woods of the Anderson Mansion every other day and among the group, I became known as Samson. There were four of us in the inner circle, including Victor, yet none but Victor knew the others’ true identities. But while Victor was feared by the entire town, it was not him that the three of us were afraid of. We feared Legion. The first time Legion spoke to us was at our original meeting with Victor. When Victor pulled out the Ouija board, I should have left. Instead, it was then that I made my second mistake. I stayed. The board said that the “good” spirit controlling it went by the name of Legion, yet as the days passed, I began to see Legion for what it really was, a demonic being possessed with super natural powers that transformed Victor into a monster.

The medicine worked quickly, and I fell asleep at 11:06 p.m., the usual time, fifty-four minutes before midnight. My story continued with one of the many meetings of the D.D.W., in which I began to wonder about our mysterious leader, Mr. Victor.

Victor sat silently at the head of the table, while the others of us sat waiting for his command. Finally, Victor stood up and brought forth syringes and a box filled with pills. My entire body tensed, waiting for him to attack, but he did no such thing. Instead, he handed each of us a syringe filled with a strange liquid and a handful of pills. Absalom, one of the youngest members of our inner circle, spoke up, “Where did you get these?” “From work... From a friend at work.” Victor replied. I wondered about his words for days after. Had he given us a clue as to who he really was? Was he from the hospital staff? The only hospital nearby was the psychiatric hospital. However, I wondered why anyone of that standing would be involved in the D.D.W. Victor remained a mystery to me.

The medicine put me to sleep last night at 11:06 p.m., as usual, fifty-four minutes before midnight. The nurses have left, still smiling and nodding before walking out and locking the door. This time when they left, I caught a glimpse of the police officers, four of them to be exact. I knew they stood guard 24/7, but I rarely saw them. They all knew one side of my stor y, the lies, the side that deemed me insane. I wondered what sign was placed outside of my door. Did it read “insane” or maybe “demented”? Or did they put the dreaded words on my door that had sealed my fate: “Guilty by reason of insanity.” My story continues with the mystery surrounding the mystic Victor, our occult leader. That’s what we were, a cult.

Victor had remained a mystery to me, until I began to take notice of the smallest of details. He smelled of hand sanitizer and soap. He wore no wedding band, yet Legion mentioned that he had a daughter and had been married. Then there were the pills. It was about a month after our initial conversation with Legion that Victor began to insist that we take the pills, allowing us to communicate with the demon more freely, or so he said. I was no scholar, but this I knew: only the rich could afford the pills. Either that, or Victor had connections with the doctors in the town. From the time that he had made a slip up at one of our meetings, suggesting that he was possibly doctor, I had assumed that he was in fact, a doctor. One by one the pieces began to fall together. Those of a medical profession wash their hands often, giving them a constant smell of soap. As said, only the rich could obtain the pills, unless the man was a doctor. A highly respected doctor. And, on the night of May the First, the year being 1994, I came to the conclusion... Victor was Doctor Elijah Anderson, Ph. D. It was that night that the D.D.W.’s inner circle held our final meeting. By the next morning, the body count had reached five. It started with Victor’s announcement that Legion had demanded a human sacrifice the previous night, and that he had done the deed. Out of a hole in the ground, Victor produced a body of sixteen year old, Abigail Anderson. He then reached into the hole once more, and from it he brought forth a second body, Nicole White. That was when I snapped. What I didn’t see was the gun, but by the time I had seen it, I was already running away. Running away to pronounce the evil deeds done by “Victor”. David and Frederick, the other members of the inner circle, dropped like stones with single rounds in the head. At the edge of the woods, I froze and turned to face Victor. How I wish that I had continued to run. “I know who you are!” I spoke boldly. “You are Doctor Elijah Anderson! You work at the Wentford Psychiatric Hospital! That girl is your daughter!” I pointed to the first girl’s mutilated body. He threw off his black cloak that we had come accustomed to wearing to our meetings, and revealed to me the truth. He was, as I had already concluded, Dr. Anderson. Underneath the cloak he wore the clothes of his profession. He sneered as he replied, “Yes, and that is your daughter!” He laughed as he pointed towards Nichole’s body. I couldn’t bear to look. “And you, David White, are a murderer!” With that he pulled the trigger, sending a bullet crashing into his skull and sealing my fate, leaving me as the sole survivor of the D.D.W. and the only one to blame for the five bodies. My story ends with five words: “Guilty by reason of insanity.” Nathaniel White Last Member of the D.D.W.

= = =3DSP Draft #1= Dr. Elijah Anderson, Ph. D. was an accomplished doctor with a degree in clinical psychology who worked at the Wentford Psychiatric Hospital. While he continues in his pursuit of medical knowledge, his attitude changes after The Event. The Event strikes fear in the hearts of the few survivors, and Dr. Anderson uses their fear to his advantage with the start of a cult, which he named “The Pentagon”. Many of the survivors became followers of Dr. Anderson, who took on the nickname, Victor. But, only a select few were invited to join him in the sacred rituals performed in the woods surrounding his mansion, while he performed his private rituals in the brick shed located behind his house. Dr. Anderson was careful to hide his identity from others, save the few he invited to participate in grotesque rituals that included animal sacrifices. He lived a double life, one as the well-respected doctor and the other as a feared occult leader. As a doctor, he gained wealth because of the increased number of patients after The Event, and as an occult leader, he continued to gain power from the fear of others, which eventually led to his first human sacrifice.

=3DSP Copy Change Draft=

February 14, 1994 Dearest Abigail Anderson, Although I am sure you are enjoying your time visiting your mother for the month, I am sorry that you have missed the exciting events of the past few days. Our first meeting was held tonight. We met under the cover of night, dressed in black cloaks that hid our faces from each other. I knew their names, yet they did not know mine. At precisely 4 p.m. yesterday afternoon, after coming home from my long day at work, I sent them each a letter containing the details of today’s meeting. It read as follows: Welcome to the Pentagon. You have heard rumors whispered in the dead of the night of the atrocities of the Pentagon, but I promise you that joining us will be to your own benefit. I extend my protection to you and your family, but only if you will join me tomorrow night at precisely 11:06 p.m., fifty-four minutes before midnight. We shall meet in the woods surrounding the Anderson Mansion. Come alone. -Victor The meeting went as planned. The three men made their appearance at precisely the time indicated by my letter. Under the cover of night, I led the men in chanting to the spirits, inviting them to visit us. Then, with much trepidation, I set up the Ouija board and awaited for the spirits to make their presence known to us, and then, to my delight, the board responded after I had asked for the name of the spirit. The spirit responded by spelling out one word: “Legion”. After that, we heard no more. Your loving father, Elijah Anderson

March 9, 1994 Dearest Abigail Anderson, I am troubled that your mother is trying to convince you to return to school in Savannah. Since the strange incidents that occurred the past few years, I will admit that life here has sometimes been anything but the ordinary. Still, the greatest high school education you can receive is here in Charleston. I await your return eagerly. Now, to inform you of the events of the past month, I must swear you to secrecy, even from your mother. The spirit Legion has been communicating more and more often with the members of the Pentagon, and I am proud to say that my following has grown, although none knows my true identity as the respected Dr. Anderson. To my followers, I am Victor, the medium with the spirit, Legion. The power Legion has shown me is like no other! Unfortunately, with this newfound power, I have discovered that I can trust no one, and with great hesitation, I impart this knowledge to you so that you may join me upon your return. Fredrick, one of the members of the inner circle, has accused Legion of being a demon, a messenger from the devil, but I know no such thing is true. Legion has become upset with Fredrick’s accusations and demands appeasement. So this I have decided, Frederick shall die, tonight. Your loving father, Elijah Anderson

= 3DSP Draft #2 =

They say that I am going insane. You would be here too if you had seen the things that I’ve seen. My wife sent me to this loony bin that they call the Wentford Psychiatric Hospital. She thinks I’ve gone off the deep end, and maybe I have. You can decide for yourself. No one believes me when I tell them my story. The nurses listen and give me a sympathetic nod, and then when they’ve given me my medicine, they leave me, where only the walls will listen and keep me company. Some days, even the walls seem to doubt the truth in my story. Today, when the nurses had left my room, locking the door behind them, I pulled out these various scraps of paper that I had managed to collect in the month that I have been confined here. I pulled out the blue pen that I had managed to keep hidden for three days, and I began to write this down: my story.

It all started with a mysterious letter. An invitation that went as follows: Welcome to the Pentagon. You have heard rumors whispered in the dead of night of the atrocities of the Pentagon, but I promise you that joining us will be to your own benefit. I extend my protection to you and your family, but only if you will join me tomorrow night at precisely 11:06 p.m., fifty-four minutes before midnight. We shall meet in the woods surrounding the Anderson Mansion. Come alone. -Victor I had heard the rumors of the feared Pentagon, led by their occult leader, Victor. But to me, they had always been just that, rumors. That was, until that fateful night, when I met the man who had power that came from the devil himself. The night that followed my reception of the accursed letter, I made a mistake that I will forever regret. I became a member of the Pentagon. As a member of the inner circle of the Pentagon, I met in the woods of the AndersonMansion every other day and among the group, I became known as Samson. There were four of us in the inner circle, including Victor, yet none but Victor knew the others’ true identities. But while Victor was feared by the entire town, it was not him that the three of us were afraid of. We feared Legion. The first time Legion spoke to us was at our original meeting with Victor. When Victor pulled out the Ouija board, I should have left. Instead, it was then that I made my second mistake. I stayed. The board said that the “good” spirit controlling it went by the name of Legion, yet as the days passed, I began to see Legion for what it really was, a demonic being possessed with supernatural powers that transformed Victor into a monster.

The medicine put me to sleep last night at 11:06 p.m., as usual, fifty-four minutes before midnight. The nurses have left, still smiling and nodding before walking out and locking the door. This time when they left, I caught a glimpse of the police officers, four of them to be exact. I knew they stood guard 24/7, but I rarely saw them. They all knew one side of my story, the lies, the side that deemed me insane. I wondered what sign was placed outside of my door. Did it read “insane” or maybe “demented”? Or did they put the dreaded words on my door that had sealed my fate: “Guilty by reason of insanity.”

My story continues with the mystery surrounding the mystic Victor, our occult leader. That’s what we were, a cult. Victor had remained a mystery to me, until I began to take notice of the smallest of details. He smelled of hand sanitizer and soap. He wore no wedding band, yet Legion mentioned that he had a daughter and had been married. Then there were the pills. It was about a month after our initial conversation with Legion that Victor began to insist that we take the pills, allowing us to communicate with the demon more freely, or so he said. I was no scholar, but this I knew: only the rich could afford the pills. Either that, or Victor had connections with the doctors in the town. One by one the pieces began to fall together. Those of a medical profession wash their hands often, giving them a constant smell of soap. As said, only the rich could obtain the pills, unless the man was a doctor. A highly respected doctor. And, on the night of May the First, the year being 1994, I came to the conclusion... Victor was Doctor Elijah Anderson, Ph. D. It was that night that the Pentagon’s inner circle held our final meeting. By the next morning, the body count had reached five. It started with Victor’s announcement that Legion had demanded a human sacrifice the previous night, and that he had done the deed. Out of a hole in the ground, Victor produced a body of sixteen year old, Abigail Anderson. He then reached into the hole once more, and from it he brought forth a second body, Nicole White. That was when I snapped. What I didn’t see was the gun, but by the time I had seen it, I was already running away. Running away to pronounce the evil deeds done by “Victor”. David and Frederick, the other members of the inner circle, dropped like stones with single rounds in the head. At the edge of the woods, I froze and turned to face Victor. How I wish that I had continued to run. “I know who you are!” I spoke boldly. “You are Doctor Elijah Anderson! You work at theWentford Psychiatric Hospital! That girl is your daughter!” I pointed to the first girl’s mutilated body. He threw off his black cloak that we had come accustomed to wearing to our meetings, and revealed to me the truth. He was, as I had already concluded, Dr. Anderson. Underneath the cloak he wore the clothes of his profession. He sneered as he replied, “Yes, and that is your daughter!” He laughed as he pointed towards Nichole’s body. I couldn’t bear to look. “And you, David White, are a murderer!” With that he pulled the trigger, sending a bullet crashing into his skull and sealing my fate, leaving me as the sole survivor of the Pentagon and the only one to blame for the five bodies. My story ends with five words: “Guilty by reason of insanity.”

Nathaniel White Last Member of the Pentagon

= Dr. Anderson's Short Biography =

Dr. Elijah Anderson, Ph. D. graduated from the University of Charleston in 1988 at the top of his class with a doctorate’s degree in clinical psychology. Dr. Anderson began working at the Wentford Psychiatric Hospital in 1989 and has continued to work here for a total five years. He has helped numerous patients get the appropriate treatment that they need, and continues to serve his patients with great care.