CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "I’m a psychotherapist who specializes in unlocking repressed memories" Creepypasta

Episode Date: July 7, 2020

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My name is Dr. Hayes. I'm a psychotherapist who specializes in the unlocking of repressed memories. A repressed memory, for those of you who may not know, is a rare psychological phenomenon in which memories of traumatic events may be stored in the unconscious mind and blocked from normal conscious recall. In simple terms, the human mind can sometimes hide away memories of trauma or abuse, giving them the illusion as if the event never happened. Some theorist claim that this is a defence mechanism developed in the cases of young children who could possibly not be able to mentally cope with the trauma from the experience. At first glance, this may not seem to be much of a concern.

What you can't remember can't hurt you, right? For some people, this may be the case. But in others, they find themselves responding to mental triggers, smells, sounds or phrases with no prior knowledge as to why they are having these experiences. For others, they may unknowingly stumble across the memory in their sleep. Have you ever had a dream that seems so vivid and real, yet upon awaking you think back to it, unable to recall when your life the scenario happened?

What you simply dismissed as a strange dream could have very well been a repressed memory unwittedly stumbled upon in your subconscious. It's weird. I know, but bear with me. I find the phenomenon fascinating, which is why I choose to specialize in this area of psychology in my studies and practices.

Periodically, from time to time, I am visited by patients from all over the country who believe they have experienced this phenomenon. After being referred to me by their therapist who suspects their patients may have repressed memories from their childhood, it is then up to me to unlock these memories. Only after using social cues and making notes on their reactions to certain smells, sounds and pictures, can I estimate where in the lifetime the repressed memory takes place?

This is a slow process that can take up to a year before we even identify the timeframe of this memory. Once the time frame of the repressed memory is discovered, commonly between the ages of 4 to 12, I bring in what I call the dream screen, a device invented. by the National Centre of Neural Applications lent to me by the University of Illinois. The appropriately named Dreamscreen is a device that measures brain activity while you sleep. This data can be plugged into an algorithm that reconstructs your memory

so that it can be played back in a recording. Subjects are first put into a stage of sleep called hyponogia. This is a semi-lucid stage of sleep that takes place in the moment between sleep and wakefulness so that I can communicate with them as I watch their memory unfold on the screen, live as if I, myself, were living in the memory. While walking the subject through the memory for the first time,

it is up to me to coax the subject through the entire memory, asking the right questions, pointing out the hidden details, all while making a conscious effort into not leading the subject too much as to incidentally plant false memories into their subconsciousness. This is an incredibly delicate procedure and requires absolute concentration on my behalf something I've only been able to achieve after years of experience and practice

This entire process can take up to an entire month to complete But the results are always worth it Some patients were able to recover memories they lost years ago And finally be able to come to terms with the past And put years of not knowing to rest Other times, missing evidence from crimes and horrific injustices such as torture and abuse were able to be reported in the courts of law

so that the victim could finally get the justice they deserved. It is for moments like these that I continue to do what I do. It was only after viewing my most recent subject's results that I ended up having more questions than answers. Questions I'd never imagine asking myself. Questions, in hindsight, even I would much rather be left unanswered. The subject, Hugo, was a 26-year-old male from Eden, New York.

He was initially referred to me by his family therapist after identifying gaps in his memories and recalling a strange reoccurring dream he had no memories of in his childhood. The subject appeared healthy, both mentally and physically. Aside from the obvious signs of sleep deprivation, he was in great shape for someone his age. During our initial interviews,

he was able to recall memories from as far back as 1995 when the subject was only two years old. These memories were recorded and replayed to his living relatives and confirmed as being legit memories. This is very impressive and gave me high hopes for this

being a quick and easy case. All those left to do was find the key. I asked the subject, checked if he could recall any forms of abuse during his childhood years, either from the hands of a family member, friend or stranger. No, nothing like that, he replied with a forced smile on his face. Do you recall ever witnessing a traumatic event such as a traumatic accident or a murder take place? I asked him, curiously.

Nothing as long as watching reality TV doesn't count. He remarked comically, I forced a smile at the bad joke and continued Tell me about those dreams you've been having I asked him with genuine curiosity His smile was quickly replaced by a look of concern As he unconsciously stole a glance over his shoulder Then back to me

Well Uh He stuttered It started happening last year He said as he took a casual sip of water from his table as he continued. I noticed a slight tremor in his hand as he placed the glass back on the table. I've been having this dream. I'm in a field at the old family farm.

How do you know it was that particular location? I asked. According to your file, you moved several times during your childhood. I would recognise those blue skies and open farmland anywhere. He said. My mother would complain all the time about wanting to move back to the city, but my father claimed that the open country air would do his kids some good. What else do you remember? I asked patiently.

I remember standing in an open field, walking towards something. Go on, I coaxed him. He sat there for a moment in silence, becoming visibly tense. Then things get weird, he said nervously. I'm all of a sudden in a dark room I've never seen before, and someone else is there. Do you remember who that person is? I asked him. No, no I don't, he said.

If I can be 100% honest, I don't remember anything else that happened. He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes, as if trying hard to run. remember. How old were you when you lived on that family farm? I asked him. Nine to ten years old, he replied more confidently. I lived with my grandparents at the time. It was only about a year or so. Anything else you can remember about your time there that you think could be related to this dream, I asked. I don't know, the patient admitted. That's where my memory begins to get a little foggy. All I know is that hours, even days after having the dream, I just can't shake this feeling of dread. No matter how much I try, I just can't calm

my nerves after that dream. I took a few notes and stood up to my feet. Well, I guess the only way we're going to find out is through phase two. I moved the cart over to where the patient was sitting and began to prep the dream screen. After leaning the subject's seat back, into a prone position, I administered the sedative to ease him into his semi-lucid state. After placing the electrodes to his temple and forehead, I slipped on a pair of headphones onto the patient so that I could communicate with him from the observation room. After guiding the patient through verbal cues and building the scenario, I began to see the first sign of images on the screen.

The memory started dark at first, but what began to look like an open, weak, field came into view. I began to take in the sights, blue skies, white clouds, the sway of golden wheat blowing in the wind and what appeared to be a small country home in the distance. Okay, now tell me, where are you standing right now? I asked the subject. The farm, the subject mumbled. The one I grew up on. As he spoke, I took in the surroundings as they began to become clearer as the subject began to remember. Now tell me, who else was with you? I prodded. My... my friend.

No, cousin, Katie. The subject said. Good, you're doing great, I said, encouragingly, as a figure appeared walking next to the subject in his memory. Now, describe your cousin. What did she look like? Dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, freckles on her nose. The subject said confidently, as Katie came into view, exactly how he described her.

She looked to be around eight years old. Come on, Huey, Katie said excitedly. Can you see it? The old farmhouse. We're almost there. Can you tell me about this old farmhouse? I asked the subject. Yeah.

It was a little. an old abandoned house built in my grandfather's property. It was built before my family bought the property. We lived just a few acres away from it. He mumbled quietly. Kate and I wanted to check it out. We were planning on making it into a new clubhouse. I spotted a small smile on the subject's face from the window of the observation room as he began to remember. We had a backpack full of stuff, action figures, comic books, a couple of chocolate bars. He said, quietly. we were driven out of our old clubhouse in the hayloft after a family of raccoons moved in. Now, describe the old farmhouse to me, I asked him as the blurry image of the house began to come into contrast.

Two stories, peeling dark blue paint, thatched roof, an old tire swing in the tree out front. He told me. The image now became clear as the farmhouse came fully into view. down to every detail he described it in. Come on, Huey, Katie beckoned. Let's see what's inside. As she walked to the front door, the subject's eyes darted to a window on the top floor.

A figure quickly moved out of view that appeared to be watching them. Wait, I blurted out. Who was that? The subject's eyebrows forward in confusion. I don't remember. he said after a long pause I let it go and let the subject continue

okay now what happened after you went inside of the farmhouse what did you find inside I asked um nothing the subject said slowly it was cleaned out no people no furniture not even a single scrap of litter the dream suddenly grew dark as the subjects now appeared in a small, dimly lit room. Light pulled out from the creases in between the boarded-up windows.

"'Isn't this great?' Katie said excitedly. "'We can have campouts, we can have picnics, we can even invite our friends over and—' Her voice was cut off as a low creek sounded from upstairs. "'What? What was that?' Katie said nervously. Probably another family of raccoons I heard Katie say As the subject's eyes trail to the top of the stairs Wait, I remember now

The subject said, shakily Who was it? I asked cautiously No, not who The subject said with genuine fear in his voice Oh God, it It was His voice trawishly off as a figure appeared from the top of the stairs.

I leaned in close, try my best and make out the figure standing at the top of the stairs. Stay with me, I coaxed the subject. Describe what you saw inside of that farmhouse. The subject didn't say anything. His facial features remained taut, but his lips quivered. My eyes went back to the screen as the humanoid figure began to walk down the stairs. Huey Kate's soft voice said nervously

Who is? The figure suddenly dropped onto all fours and dashed down the stairs with alarming speed Teeth the subject shouted White eyes, pale skin The figure suddenly stopped Inches away from the subject's face

My heart began to race as the image cleared up As the subject began to race remember. Most of what I could make out of the face of the figure was only what was visible in the small slivers of light from the bordered up windows. Pale skin, gleaming white teeth, and brown receding gums with a mouth whose lips were pulled so far back they almost appeared to not exist. Its eyes were also rolled so far back that the pupils and arrasies were not even visible, showing only the white of its eyes. Its nose was nothing more than to be. two slits as it breathed heavily only inches away from the little boy's face.

The being wore no clothes and appeared to be human, yet showed no discernible signs of gender. For a long time, I watched in complete shock as the figure appeared unmoving. The slits were the nose should have been, flaring with every breath. Its teeth began to click as if in curiosity as movement was spotted from behind the being. Katie, no! The subject screamed in unison with a child in the dream. Katie stood behind the figure and swung a two by four other being's head. The creature spun around with the lightning speed,

catching the little girl's wrist in his hands and lashed out with the other, slicing a clean cut into the child's stomach with its clawed hand. Katie fell onto her back, hands covering the open wound, and began to whimper, terrified, subdued sobs. as the creature slowly crawled on top of her. Its face now inches from hers. Leave her alone! The subject screamed once again in unison with his younger self

as he made his way forward, arms outstretched as if to push the creature off his cousin. The creature once again moved with blinding speed knocking the young boy across the room with a mule kick to land roughly against the opposite wall. The creature once again drew its attention back to the young girl lying beneath it. It slowly leaned forward,

its mouth only inches away from the young girl's ear. It then stopped and a hissing whisper could be heard from the creature's mouth. Katie looked up in confusion as the creature then broke into a sprint,

dashing out of the open door faster than any living creature I've ever seen move in my entire life. The screen went dark as an alarm went off in the observation room. The subject began

to shake violently, as if in a seizure. I ran forward and quickly shut down the machine and removed the electrodes from the subject's head. Katie, no, leave her alone. The subject cried as the thrashing became less violent and he slowly drifted into unconsciousness. I will be honest with you. This was not the first time I've seen this creature

while using the dream screen. The first time I dismissed it as simply as simple, pseudo-memory. Sometimes a subject's subconscious would replace the person who caused the trauma with a childhood fear like the monster in the closet or a creature from a horror movie that scarred them as a kid creating a pseudo-memory. The second time I saw it, I knew it was so much more than that.

Several times before, I've seen this thing locked deep into a subject's locked memories as if its appearance itself was so horrifying that the human brain automatically retracted the memory into the deepest part of the subject's memories as they keep them from going insane. Each subject completely different, unrelated, with no discernible trends or patterns in physical appearance, mental health or age. I do not know who or what this thing is, but I have dedicated my entire career to finding out what this creature is. Every case only leads the dead ends, but this case. was different. Never in any of my past subject's memories have I heard this creature speak. Even in my most recent report, I could not make out what exactly was said. Earlier this month, I have contacted the most recent subject's cousin from his memory, Kate. After much convincing on my behalf, I talked her into visiting my office in Washington, D.C., to have her memories examined. The now, fully grown Kate, was a also experiencing similar dreams as the most previous subject prior to our first meeting.

Her resulting memory, once unlocked, ran parallel to that of her cousins. She also bore an old scar on her stomach in the same place the creature had scratched her in the memory, proving its legitimacy. The only difference between Katie's memory was that the creature's voice was now clear as day. I will never forget the words I heard from Kate's memory. The sound of the creature's hissing voice still fresh in my mind. What I heard it say to that little girl almost 17 years ago. Stop searching for me, Dr. Hayes.