My Sister and I Recorded Everything for Three Months — Then a Doctor Finally Believed Us

So I did not go to the well.

I went, instead, to a phone under a floorboard, because it was the one witness in my life that Roland had not already taught the world to disbelieve.

Chapter 4 — I Was Memorizing

There was one thing Roland did not know, and it was the thing that eventually ended him.

Three months before that night in the emergency room, I had found an old smartphone in a box of my late father’s things in the attic.

The screen was shattered, but the microphone worked.