i don't know what the box is. but i know what it does. i .  i've said all this before. do you .  i saw it open. i opened it. i saw what came out. i don't know what else to call them. demons. demons live in the box. or come through the box from somewhere else. it's a gateway to hell. or the south bronx. i know you don't believe me. i know what it sounds like. but what else .  jesus, talk to ronson, talk to the other cops. they saw the house. they saw my .  my father .
solving the puzzle means opening the box. opening the box means opening doors. and there are some doors you don't want to open. and it may be metaphorical to you, doctor, but you haven't had some blue-faced bastard come at you with hooks and chains. it isn't delusion, it isn't psychosis. it's reality. it's reality. maybe not this reality .  but there are others. i've seen them.
again? the box. i don't know where it came from. i don't know who made it or why. i only know what it does. it hurts. it hurts. how? i don't know. it kind of opens itself. your fingers move. you learn. it wants to open, that's the thing. and it knows when you want to open it. and it helps. and it opens. and then they come. the cenobites. the demons.
look, you can have me tell this .
 as often as you want. there's not going to be any breakthrough. you might think it's delusion, but it's not. i saw them. i looked into their eyes and they looked back at me. creatures from hell.