CASE FILE: #823746
Interview: 01
Interviewer: Agent James Cawthorn
Interviewee: Martha Robertson
Date: 06/21/2024
TRANSCRIPT
Cawthorn: “Oh ok, there we go. Hah, sorry I’m still new at this ha ha.”
Robertson: “Take your time.”
Cawthorn: “Alright, this is Agent James Cawthorn, the date is uh…”
Robertson: “June 21st.”
Cawthorn: “Right, right. Thank you. The date is June 21st 2024, the time is 8:32
AM. I am interviewing Mrs. Martha Robertson in regards to the events of May
11th, 2024. Mrs. Robertson, can you confirm these details for me?”
Robertson: “Oh, uh… Yes, that’s correct.”
Cawthorn: “Alright cool. So, Mrs. Robertson, can you tell me a little bit about what
happened that night?”
Robertson: “Uh, okay yea. Well, I got the call around 2:00 AM. I’d been drinking a
little, watching TV in bed, when my son calls me.
Cawthorn: “That’s Anthony right? Anthony Robertson?”
Robertson: “Yes.”
Cawthorn: “Alright, go on.”
Robertson: “Right, so my son calls me. And he’s in a panic, screaming about his
brother. He said that it worked, but it was bad. I remember that. Those words. He
said it was really, really bad.”
Cawthorn: “His brother? Are you referring to Joshua Robertson? Your… Excuse
me. Your deceased son?”
Robertson: “Yea.”
Cawthorn: “Okay, gotcha. Keep going.”
Robertson: “So naturally I started getting scared, I assumed he’d been doing drugs
or something but…”
(ROBERTSON BEGINS TO CRY)
Cawthorn: “Hey, don’t worry about it, I can come back tomorrow and we can-”
Robertson: “No… No, I'll be okay. I need to talk about it.”
Cawthorn: “Alright, go ahead then. But if you feel uncomfortable at any time just
let me know and we can terminate this interview. So, what happened next?”
Robertson: “Well, I ended up driving down to where he said he was. I know, I
know, I was drinking and it was irresponsible but I was so worried.”
Cawthorn: “Hah, don’t worry I think a DUI is the least of the FBI’s concern right
now. Please, continue.”
Robertson: “So I get to this place, way up in Marblewater. Up the mountain a
ways. And it’s like, this high abandoned building. All concrete, broken out
windows, graffiti all over the walls, beer bottles and hypodermic needles all over
Had to use my phone flashlight to navigate.”
Robertson (CONT): “I called out to Anthony, and I can hear him calling back from
the other room, and, oh god…”
Cawthorn: “Do you need a bre-”
Robertson: “No! No. I’m fine. I’m fine, I’ll be okay.”
Cawthorn: “Alright. What did you see in the room Mrs. Robertson?”
Robertson: “I saw my son. Not Anthony, not at first. Joshua.”
Cawthorn: “Am I to understand you saw your deceased son in the room?”
Robertson: “Yes. My… (COUGH) My baby boy. It was like he hadn’t aged a
single fucking day. So god damn stupid of me. Wasn’t thinking. I just… I just ran
at him. Tripped over something in the dark and fell. Felt something warm and wet.
I could hear him moaning beside me, Anthony I mean. He reached for me and
muttered something but I couldn’t hear him. It was… It wasn’t sound, but it was. I
could hear it. It was like trumpets but they burned. I could feel them, inside. All
around. Everywhere and everything and it just kept getting louder and louder. I
remember, I was in the air. And Anthony too. And my legs and hands were hot and
wet. Burning. No, not burning, Like they had already burned away a long time ago.
I can’t… I can’t breathe. Fuck.”
Cawthorn: “Mrs. Robertson?”
Robertson: “No I can’t fucking do this. I won’t. I won’t fucking do this. Get the
fuck away from me! Get the fuck out of my house!”
(END OF INTERVIEW)
