J. Morello Sherman Book

*Art can elicit all sorts of reactions. Delight, inspiration, desire... but also doubt, fear and dread...**This article is about The Dark Pictures Anthology's fourth installment,* ***The Devil in Me***
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## J. Morello Sherman Book

* Front
* Back
* Page 1 and 2
* Page 3 and 4

## Secrets Guide

**J. Morello Sherman Book** is the twenty-third secret of *The Devil in Me*. It can be found by Kate in the Morellos' rooms. This secret appears in Morellos.

## Overview

A prototype book by Joseph Morello on Manny Sherman.

## In-Game Description

A writing journal containing an early draft of a new book by Joseph Morello. There is a photograph of him on the back. Joseph is the man that met the crew on the ferry, impersonating Du'Met.

## Transcript

(on front)

*MANNY SHERMAN: THE BEAST OF ARKANSAS*

*by Joseph Morello*

(page 1 and 2)

*but honestly I was glad to be leaving. They'd been nice folks, the Stewarts. Real nice.*

*Both in their 70s now. Dad still strong as an ox having been a military man before moving to the town to settle and start a family.*
*Mom was starting to get a little frail. You could tell she'd taken it the hardest. Mrs. Stewart had made me coffee.*
*She was functioning ok but had a dead-behind-the-eyes look. 26 years on, still living in that cocoon of numbness such devastation can bring.*

*We talked a lot. They were at ease talking about anything. The night it had happened, the cruel details, how they felt about him. It was just a fact of life to them.*

*Their daughter had been murdered by a serial killer and that was their world.*

*That sounds really mean. Maybe use kinder words?*

*I don't like the cocoon sentence – is there a more relatable metaphor?*

*"everything"*

*It was a shock when they offered to show me Mary's room.*

*I was apprehensive but thanked them and agreed – it would be helpful to get an idea of the kind of girl Mary was.*

*I followed Mrs. Stewart. I could feel the toll that the murder had taken as we walked through the house and upstairs to Mary's room.*

*Her husband didn't like to go in that room. Things were neat and tidy but shabby. We walked over a beaten old carpet, past outdated wallpaper and paintings (mostly biblical) that were thick with dust.*
*The strain and financial impact must have been huge – Mrs. Stewart hadn't worked since Mary's death.*

*Again – sounds really mean. Can you not just say they had a rough time of it without being so descriptive.*

*Maybe explain why? Did she find it difficult to face anyone?*

(page 3 and 4)

*Her schoolwork was stacked by her bed and her childhood toys and dolls were still displayed on shelves. What stuck out the most though was her uniform. Still hanging on the front of the wardrobe ready for her shift at the diner the next day. Mary was a tiny girl – only five-one and weighed less than a hundred pounds. She didn't stand a chance that night she was taken.*

*I kept thinking about her room as I drove through the town. Milton would have been an unremarkable place in 1995 but it was close to lifeless now. Mostly boarded up buildings, the only open shops were liquor stores which had bums outside them, drinking at 11 am. It was as if the town had died when Mary did. Eventually Milton faded in my rear-view mirror as the image of Mary's uniform burned into my mind.*

*Go hug Natalie right now please.*

*Later the next day, I finally got back to our house. Scrambling over a package sat on our doorstep. A brown box, I had no idea who it was from – had Michelle ordered something? Curiosity took over and I hauled it inside. Opening it, I found an old tape recorder along with a quartet of tapes.*

*I listened to the first one, the voice, unmistakable...*

*It was Sherman.*

*Nope.*

*Mention they're interviews?*

## Location

It can be found near the window in the first Morello room.