This is an official transcript of a recording found from Jonathan M. Palmer. It is safe to deduce it was recorded without the other party’s knowledge.

After cross-referencing the tape with other documents, TUP specialists date it around five to six years before the calamity. At the time of documenting this transcript, there is no information available as to how J. M. P. managed to record this tape or where exactly he was. 

Some parts of the discussion are lost due to the malfunctioning of the recording device. 

It’s probable the demon had cursed Jonathan so he couldn’t exorcise it, but there’s currently no more information on this matter.

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The transcript of the conversation is as follows:

THE UNHOLY PROJECT ARCHIVE - TAPE #08-E-01

[HISSING. THE LOW, DISTANT HUM OF AN UNDERGROUND SPACE. WATER DRIPS SLOWLY ONTO CONCRETE]

[RUSTLING OF PAGES. JOHN IS BREATHING HEAVILY, COUGHING, VERY CLOSE TO THE MIC]

JOHN (whispering) It is currently 3:14 A.M. I… I can’t… I don’t seem to be able to…

[A SUDDEN GURGLING SOUND. SOMETHING SEEMS TO TEAR APART UNDER WATER]

JOHN (gasps) Jesus Christ… I… uh…

DEMON (smooth feminine voice, echoing slightly) Relax, John. It’s just me.

JOHN (raises his voice) Can’t you keep it down a little?

[SOUND OF A PIECE OF WOOD BEING DRAGGED ONTO CONCRETE FLOOR]

DEMON But this is so boring, John!

JOHN Take a seat.

DEMON  I don’t need to sit.

JOHN I know you don’t. But I need to keep an eye on you. You know how it is.

[CREAKING OF A CHAIR. JOHN COUGHS]

DEMON What are you looking for?

[RUSTLING OF PAPERS GETS MORE INTENSE, RUSHED]

Objects?

How did he record this? Can material items be moved back and forth between worlds? And his diary, too

DEMON (cont'd) Can I ask you a question?

JOHN  What?

DEMON Why do you do this?

JOHN Why do I do what?

DEMON This. All of this. Going out there, looking for us, hunting us, killing us.

[THE RUSTLING OF PAPERS STOPS]

JOHN  Isn’t that what you’re doing to us? Now you’re afraid of some retaliation?

DEMON (giggles) Retaliation? Oh, you’re funny. I wish I could keep you for myself.

JOHN (starts looking through papers again, whispers) Yeah, you’re right. Not much of a retaliation when there are thousands of you and only one of me.

DEMON (voice getting closer to the mic) What are you looking for?

[JOHN COUGHS VIOLENTLY]

DEMON (cont'd) Oh my, they got you really bad, didn’t they? You poor fragile thing. I'm sorry.

JOHN (gasping and wheezing) Stop… with the mocking.

DEMON Well, I suppose it was your own fault. 

Witnessed?

Did this demon witness what happened to J. M. P. prior to this convo? Or did she do something to him herself?

[THE RUSTLING OF PAPER STOPS. JOHN SITS DOWN HEAVILY]

JOHN  Who are you? What is happening to me?

DEMON Now why would I tell you all that?

JOHN  Because I’m dying. What difference does it make? I just… I want to know. I need to know.

DEMON (sighs) Well, you just answered yourself. You’re dying. That’s what’s happening to you. And I’m dying, too.

JOHN Yes, I figured that. But… What is this place?

DEMON Oh you humans. Clueless as a rock and arrogant as they come. 

[WATER SPLASHING, GURGLING AND MOANING FROM A DISTANCE]

JOHN (coughs violently): What are you doing?

DEMON  I told you, I’m bored. Ah! Let’s play a game! We have to kill time somehow.

[THE SPLASHING CALMS DOWN. JOHN COUGHS AND WHEEZES]

DEMON (cont’d) You can ask me any questions you want. But in exchange for an answer, I get to play with you a little. Deal?

JOHN (whispering) Okay.

[SOUND OF A FEW PAIRS OF HANDS CLAPPING]

DEMON Perfect! I like you John, I like you a lot. Wish we had met under different circumstances.

JOHN Who are you? 

[THE SOUND OF WATER POURING IN AND SPLASHING AROUND. JOHN’S SHOUTING IS DROWNED IN WATER]

DEMON They call me Naauha. That’s who I am. But as to what I am, that’s a different discussion entirely. See, we are not all alike, not like you humans. We are not made the same way, or from the same thing, or with the same purpose in mind, even.

Naauha's voice?

If John has the tape recorder, shouldn't it drown with him? It wouldn't have functioned then, and the voice of the demon - it's clear, easy to hear. Where is the recorder?

[WATER SPLASHING STOPS. JOHN GASPS FOR AIR]

JOHN You said y- you wanted to… play with me. Not ki- kill me.

DEMON Oh silly, how can I kill you when you’re down here? You can’t die before your time!

JOHN Why? What is this place?

[THE WATER SPLASHES AND JOHN’S VOICE DROWNS UNDER WATER AGAIN]

DEMON The place in-between. Where everyone goes to wait for death. We don’t have a need for names, but you humans like to name things. So go ahead, call it whatever you want. And there’s still time for you to go back to your pitiful short life. To keep going with all that agony and pain on your back; weighing you down, chaining you up,

DEMON (cont’d, very close to the mic): Drowning you whole.

[WATER SPLASHING STOPS. JOHN COUGHS VIOLENTLY FOR A FEW MINUTES]

DEMON (cont’d, from a distance again) But your window of opportunity is closing fast, John. Tick, tock, tick, tock.

JOHN H… how… can I… please…

[WATER STARTS SPLASHING AGAIN]

DEMON  Please what, John? Use your words properly.

JOHN Please, not again. Please!

[JOHN SOBBS WEAKLY]

DEMON But that was the rule. You like rules, don’t you? All this nonsense about “sending demons back to where they come from” and “Earth belongs to us” and blah blah blah blah blah.

[NAAUHA’S VOICE GETS CLOSE TO THE MIC]

DEMON (cont’d) All these ‘rules’ that you think exist. That you write about in your little notebook here, and believe in, and live by, and teach to others. And now you want to break mine? That makes me sad, John, really, really sad.

JOHN I… I can’t… take it anymore.

DEMON But I told you, you won’t die. You’ll just entertain me. You don’t wanna take that away from me in these last few minutes, do you? And besides, you don’t have to do it. You just want to, don’t you? Because you need to know.

JOHN (takes a shaky breath) What… are you?

[JOHN TAKES A DEEP BREATH. WATER SPLASHES AGAIN. NAAUHA GIGGLES]

DEMON You cluster us all together and call us demons, shedims, djinns. Don’t you think grouping us all together makes it harder for you to tell us apart? A fallen angel is not the same as an entity, and that is different from a seraph, which is definitely not the same as a lesser demon. Do you know which one I am?

[WATER SPLASHES. JOHN COUGHS AND TAKES A DEEP BREATH]

JOHN I’m guessing none of those. You’re something else. Your hatred for mankind, there’s nothing like it.

DEMON Close, but not quite. The disgust I have toward your kind is nothing compared to what Lucifer feels. I imagine you know him, don’t you?

JOHN I guess he has his own reasons. But do you? Or are you just mindlessly following him, like a lost puppy?

[THE RECORDING WARPS AND AFTER A FEW MINUTES CONTINUES]

Refer to document #08-E-02 for the second part of the transcript.

THE UNHOLY PROJECT ARCHIVE - 1982