The Journal of H.H. Holmes

July 20^th, 1886

I came into possession of numerous pieces of 'art' after the untimely death of Ellena Timsley. Poor miss Timsley seems to have choked on a piece of chicken during supper, it saved me from the necessity of doing away with her myself. Soon I will be able to leave this abattoir that passes for a city, the proceeds from the art should facilitate my journey west. One piece of art I find particularly fascinating, though the craftsmanship is rather crude.

July 24^th, 1886

The statue speaks to me in my dreams, I am nary able to attain more than an hour of rest before it invades. I feel that I am nearing my wits end, for I know it sits in Morpheus' realm laying in wait for my return. Its whispering is incomprehensible, though I feel the intention behind the speech is propositioning in some way.

July 27^th, 1886

I understand now, and though it is beyond my own ken, I believe. The statue has told me that it wishes to empower me, to give me the respect and attention I deserve. All I must do is continue my experimentation on the lesser folk in the city, focusing on the fairer sex.

August 3^rd, 1886

The statue has directed me in the creation of an item referred to as a phylactery. Using this 'phylactery' I may trap the spirits of my work to empower myself. After the creation of enough of these items, the statue states that I may move on to the next portion of the plan.

August 18^th, 1886

I have created enough of these phylacteries for our purposes. I have been able to secure the trust of sad woman who has the gall to refer to herself as a doctor. I was able to secure a lien against all of the fixtures her store, to pay to purchase it, the bank needed little in the way of proof that I owned the store.