#their statements

Scully: Well actually, that’s not the beginning. I had been receiving letters as early as late June.

Wilkins: Ahh, yes, forgive me. We did find those letters in your apartment. Did you know where the letters had come from?

Scully: No. At first I thought the original letter I had received might have been delivered to me on accident, or it had come from Mulder, maybe as a joke. But Agent Mulder assured me that he did not send it. I knew I had not received it on accident when I was delivered a second letter.

Wilkins: Did you at any point think these letters could be a precursor to any danger?

Wilkins: Agent Scully?

Scully: Yes. The letters, there were three in total, increased in intensity and yes, I felt a certain level of uneasiness.

Wilkins: And did you tell anybody about these letters?

Scully: I told Agent Mulder about the first two. We laughed them off at first. Mulder even jokingly threw the first in the fireplace. But I never told him how scared I was. I had planned on telling him the night of the 15th just how worried I was. I figured, if I ran it by Mulder and he ended up being concerned too, then I wasn’t just being paranoid.

Wilkins: Huh, I guess Agent Mulder would make a good barometer for paranoia.

Scully: Yeah.

Wilkins: I take it you never told him?

Wilkins: Agent Scully, we’ll need you to respond verbally for the recording.

Scully: No, I never told him. We were having such a good evening, I decided to wait until morning. However…

Wilkins: Yeah. So go ahead and tell me about the evening of July 15th. What time did Agent Mulder arrive at your apartment?

Scully: Um, I think it was around 6:45pm. We had dinner and we um, well, he decided to stay, we uh…

Wilkins: Agent Scully, it’s ok. Um, due to the nature of the evidence that we have found, The Bureau is aware of your personal relationship with Agent Mulder.

Scully: [sighs] ok. Agent Mulder and I went to bed around 11:30. Maybe 11:45. I’m not sure how much time had passed, but I woke up to find Mulder unconscious next to me and there uh, there was man bent over him. I reached over to my nightstand for my gun, but it was on the dresser. He lunged over Mulder to try to grab me. I um, it all happened so fast, I think I managed to land a punch or two. I remember when he tackled me, he knocked over my lamp and then…

Wilkins: Yes?

Scully: There’s nothing. I don’t know how he knocked me out, but I woke up on the floor. He had used my own handcuffs to bind my wrists and my ankles were tied together with rope. I woke up next to Mulder and he was in the same state. We were both naked, but had blankets wrapped around us.

Wilkins: Had you ever seen Kevin Spalding before your attack?

Scully: I- I’m not a hundred percent positive but he looked so familiar. I think I had seen him before, maybe in passing. Maybe around my building.

Wilkins: Where was Spalding when you woke up?

Scully: Um, he wasn’t in the room with us at first. I rolled over to Agent Mulder in an attempt to try to use my hands to untie his ankles, but he came back.

Wilkins: What did he do when he came back?

Scully: When he came back he had a bag with him. He threw it in front of Mulder. There was also a bag laying beside me. He picked that bag up and placed it in front of me. He pointed a gun at me, then unlocked my cuffs and untied my feet and told me to get dressed. Inside the bag I found clothing that belonged to me. I started to grab the items and then he stopped me.

Wilkins: Why did he stop you?

Scully: He um, wanted to me to wear a specific outfit. They were pajamas. He told me which exact top and bottom to wear, even which pair of um, of underwear to put on. He kept the gun pointed at me while I put the clothes on.

Wilkins: What happened after you were dressed?

Scully: He restrained me again before untying Mulder. He told him to also get dressed. Mulder stated that none of the clothes in the bag belonged to him. There was an argument. He hit Mulder and cocked the gun. I told Mulder to just do it, just do what he says.

Wilkins: Do you have any idea where the clothes came from?

Scully: I think they belonged to Mr. Spalding. They didn’t fit Mulder, but they seemed to match his build.

Wilkins: What happened after you were dressed?

Scully: He went to the kitchen and that’s when I noticed where we were. Or, rather, where we were supposed to be.

Wilkins: What do you mean?

Scully: I knew from the cement flooring and the pipes that we were in a basement. But it had been made up to look…

Wilkins: Agent Scully?

Scully: I’m sorry.

Wilkins: That’s ok, take your time.

Scully: Um, the basement had been made up to look like my apartment. Um, he had the exact same style furniture I have. The same couch, the same desk. All set up in the exact same layout as my apartment. He had actual items he had clearly taken from my residence. My photos, my artwork, a lamp. Everywhere I could look in that room I found my own personal belongings. Things that couldn’t be stolen or bought he had replicated. God, he had even painted or constructed props. Where my computer would normally sit, he had a cardboard box that had been drawn on and painted to look like a computer. He had even crudely painted my bay window on the wall. It was all like a bad theatre production set.

Wilkins: Do you have insight as to why? Did he give any indication to his reasoning for all this?

Scully: Throughout our time held captive he kept referring to us as his dolls, as his puppets. He kept calling Mulder “Peter”, but he called me by my name.

Wilkins: Who is Peter?

Scully: I have no idea. Mulder kept trying to pry at him, see if he could get anything out of him or find a weakness, but every time Mulder pushed, Spalding would, um, he would punish him.

Wilkins: Punish him how?

Scully: By hurting him. He had this knife. Small, but sharp. And if Mulder argued too much or looked like he might try to fight, he would slash Mulder. Or sometimes cut him. Sometimes he would put the knife at my throat to threaten me, forcing Mulder to submit.

Wilkins: After you woke up and he forced you to dress, what did he do next?

Scully: He forced us into a small makeshift bedroom. It was made to look like mine, but there had clearly not been as much care in making it look identical. The “bedroom” only had a full size bed and a chair placed at the foot of the bed. He um, told us to get on the bed in a spooning position and then he sat in the chair facing us. He demanded we sleep. If we even slightly moved out of position he would get angry and cock the gun, sometimes shove it in our faces, threaten us with handcuffs again. That’s how every night went. He forced us into whatever position he wanted us and demanded that we sleep. While he watched. He was always watching.

Wilkins: What happened after that first night?

Scully: It was so strange, he wanted us to act like every day was a normal day. He would tell us what clothes to put on and then he would direct us to do seemingly meaningless activities. Making coffee, pretending to cook a meal together. Watching TV.

Wilkins: There was a TV down there?

Scully: It was a cardboard box created to resemble my tv.

Wilkins: So he just made you...live life?

Scully: Basically. It was so strange. He just wanted us to act out normal, bland, everyday things. But he demanded that I call Mulder “Peter”. If I slipped and said Mulder’s name he would slap me, which would then get Mulder angry which would then lead to Mulder getting cut so I just quickly learned to go along with it.

Wilkins: What happened next?

Scully: There was no next. It was the same thing every day, every night. I thought for sure he was going to force us to do something...worse. But he never did. He had us act out the same scenarios over and over and over again. The only thing that changed were his directions. They grew in detail as the first few days passed. By the fourth day he was telling us exactly where we should put our hands, our feet, our heads.

Wilkins: Did you and Agent Mulder make any attempts at escaping?

Scully. We tried. Spalding was always there. Always watching.  He only left us three times. We would spend that time, searching the basement, looking for any way out. But every time he left, he would handcuff us and tie our ankles, which made finding an escape route difficult. He caught us the first time.

Wilkins: Tell me about that.

Scully: He had handcuffed us and tied our ankles and said he would be right back and left. We tried to maneuver ourselves to be able to untie each other’s ankles, but it was taking too long and we didn’t know how much time we would have. So we managed to help each other stand up and we basically hopped around the edges of the room, looking for anything that would help us either get out, or be able to fight him, but he came right back and saw us. His punishment was to grab us and drag us over to a chest freezer that was against the far wall. He pointed the gun at my head and demanded Mulder to open the freezer. Inside... Um, inside was the body of my apartment’s superintendent, Michael Carlson. He forced my head down into the freezer and starting yelling at Mulder, that this would be me if he saw us disobeying him again.

Wilkins: Tell me about this morning.

Scully: This morning was strange, well, stranger than usual. God, I can’t believe I’m talking about there even being a “usual.” Um, this morning, it was almost like he didn’t seem to care anymore about how exact we were with acting his scenarios out. The past couple of days, I almost felt like he wasn’t really even watching us anymore. He was having us pretend to make coffee when he stopped us. There was clearly something off about him. He seemed scatterbrained and like he didn’t really know what to do next. He took out the gun and told Mulder to sit in a chair and put the handcuffs on. Once Mulder was handcuffed, he started to tie Mulder’s ankles to the legs of the chair. Mulder was able to land a solid kick to his chest, knocking him back. He got up pretty quickly though and pistol whipped Mulder on the head, knocking him out. I took that opportunity to jump on Spalding’s back, in an attempt to bring him down. We fought for awhile, he landed a punch against my face and was able to subdue me by kicking me in the ribs, knocking the wind out of me. He was on top of me when AD Skinner and the other agents showed up, not a moment too soon.

Wilkins: Well you put up quite the fight, Agent Scully. Spalding has two broken ribs and several deep gashes on his face where you attempted to gouge his eyes. You did good, Agent. You both did. We’re sorry we couldn’t get to you sooner. I know the Bureau is proud of you and we are glad to have you both back.

Scully:  Yeah.

Wilkins: Thank you for coming in this evening, Agent. I know you have been through quite a lot and I appreciate you taking the time to come in as soon as you could.

VICTIM STATEMENT

FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CASE NO: 13-8265014-99 DATE: 27 JULY 1999 TIME: 6:28 PM TAKEN BY: SAC JOHANNESEN

METHOD: TRANSCRIPTION - RECORDED INTERVIEW

Agent Mulder: Where’s Agent Scully? Is she alright?

Agent Johannesen: She appears to be as fine as she can be, given the situation.  She’s with Agent Wilkins right now finishing her statement.  Don’t worry, this won’t take too long.

Agent Mulder: Ok.

Agent Johannesen:  I heard Agent Scully state that it began with her receiving three letters, specifically unaddressed and placed in her mailbox.

Agent Mulder: Correct.

Johannesen: [places 3 items on the table] Have you seen these letters?

Mulder: Just the first two. I guess the last one arrived a day before our abduction, but I wasn’t made aware of it until much later.

Johannesen: Agent Mulder, had you ever interacted with Kevin Spalding before he abducted you and Agent Scully?

Mulder: Not that I can remember.  

Johannesen:  Can you tell me what you remember from the night of your abduction?

Mulder: Agent Scully and I had dinner at her place, and a few glasses of wine.  After that we, um, well we…[clears throat]

Johannesen:  Shortly after that you showered and then went to bed?

Mulder: Yes. And that’s the last thing that I remember before waking up on the floor in an unfamiliar room, my wrists handcuffed and ankles bound with rope.  

Johannesen: Were you alone?

Mulder: I thought I was at first, until I heard Agent Scully moan from behind me.  When I rolled to find her, I saw that she was also handcuffed with bound ankles, laying on her side. We were both naked, covered with blankets.

Johannesen: Were you physically harmed at that time?

Mulder: Just a few bumps and bruises.  I assume it’s from his carrying my unconscious body to the basement.  Agent Scully, she uh, she had a bruise on her cheek and it looked like it was starting to swell.  

Johannesen: We have it on record that Mr. Spalding struck her face with his fist during the abduction. She put up quite the fight.

Mulder: I’d expect nothing less.  She’s a fighter.

Johannesen: She is.  

[rustling of paper can be heard]

Johannesen: Agent Mulder, what can you tell me about your abductor, Kevin Spalding?

Mulder: He was using us to carry out some sort of fantasy of his. Agent Scully was to play the role of herself, while I was to play the role of Peter.  It was clear early on, with the basement arranged to resemble her apartment, that the fantasy centered around Agent Scully. He had to have been planning this for at least a week or two for the amount of precision in the set-up, to collect the items that he did.

Johannesen: We have it reported that multiple items of Agent Scully’s were found in that room, stolen from her apartment.

Mulder: Correct. How long until she will be able to get those back?

Johannesen: They’re evidence Agent Mulder.

Mulder: Right. [clears his throat] Anyways, Kevin was clearly fixated on Agent Scully. He appeared to not want to harm her physically, signifying that he idolized her, that he was obsessed with her. He frequently used her well-being as a manipulative tactic to enforce my submission. He would point the gun at her head, screaming threats of shooting her in the face, knowing I would comply to keep safe. He admitted to hiding cameras in her apartment and watching us, so he was aware that we were involved.

Johannesen: Yes, cameras were found throughout her apartment. We have the footage if you would like to-

Mulder: No. I don’t want to see it.

Johannesen: That had to be a difficult situation to be put in. Choosing between fighting or doing what he wanted to keep her safe.

Mulder: There wasn’t a choice to be made. Her life and safety were the only choice. If wearing clothing that was two to three sizes too small, answering to the name Peter, and running through the motions of mundane everyday tasks were going to keep her safe, then pass me the small pants and sweater vest.

Johannesen: I assume you two attempted to escape.

Mulder: We did. Once I realized that his mental condition was continuing to deteriorate, and the opportunity presented itself, we made the attempt. We failed, obviously.

Johannesen: His mental condition deteriorate?

Mulder: Kevin had appeared strong willed and self-assured for the first few days. He had confidence in his demands, in our ability to supply him with the means to living out his fantasy.  As the days passed, his confident demeanor began to waver, and he began to act more irrationally.  He began threatening more, his demands became less detailed, and his frustrations were communicated more through assault. His engagement began to lessen, his interest waning. It was evident that he was quickly realizing that my taking on the role of Peter wasn’t enough to fulfill his desires.

Johannesen: Do you have any idea who this Peter character might be?

Mulder: I assume it’s a version of him. Peter is who Kevin wants to be, but is unable to for whatever reason.

Johannesen: Agent Mulder, did Kevin perform sexual acts upon himself while watching you and Agent Scully perform his demands?

Mulder: No. He just watched us intently. He was there from the moment we woke up, sitting at the edge of the bed, to when we were forced to go to sleep, instructing us on most of our physical movements. He went as far as to tell us what to say, how to talk to each other, having us repeat specific sentences or terms of endearment. We were, as he said, his dolls. His puppets. We were important enough to go through all of this trouble, yet expendable enough to murder if the plan failed.

Johannesen: You think he was planning to kill you both?

Mulder: Without a doubt. He had already experienced the thrill of taking another human’s life when he murdered Michael Carlson. Taking our lives would have been the ultimate control, the ultimate ending to his production. I believe in his mind, even though he was able to live his fantasy vicariously through Agent Scully and myself, it wasn’t enough. We would have been dead within hours, had The Bureau not come to our aide.

Johannesen: That’s enough for now. Thank you for speaking with me, Agent Mulder, and I hope that you and Agent Scully…