Someone knows...dear God someone knows about Hyde and I. Not only one person, but two... This unnerves me greatly; enough that I can hardly write with how much my hand is shaking ( Read more... )

     It is all true. Everything that the Doctor had told me is true. I daren't reveal my thoughts here concerning what I speak of, for it would surely have me killed quicker than the secret of Hyde's true connection with me ( Read more... )

     I released him again, though I believe I truly should not have. So many problems have been caused, one of which could have been completely avoided if he hadn't been bothered from his conversation ( Read more... )

     There is something that truly bothers me about Mr. Gray. What it is, exactly, I am not sure of. When ever he comes about, something in the back of my mind and the pit of my gut coils sickeningly, and his mere presence has irritated me more than once. He is a nice enough man, polite if a bit...honeyed with the women. Yet even when I write this ( Read more... )

     My findings tonight have indeed left me aghast, and I fear I am being drawn into an inescapable web due to my damnable curiosity ( Read more... )

     I woke with the most terrible of headaches this morning. I knew it was going to happen; I had been drinking quite much as Hyde the evening prior. I do not drink as myself...which makes me curious. If I usually do not have a taste for it, how can I tolerate the stench and the strong pungent flavor as him? Sometimes I fear that every chance he ( Read more... )

     I'm surrounded by nothing but bloody bog standards. Why didn't I realize this until now, well; my eyes are open, that's why ( Read more... )

     I am beginning to believe that not one day will pass without havoc running amok ( Read more... )

     It seems that each time I make my arrival to the parlour, someone else is sick, or harmed ( Read more... )

     If I was capable of striking a woman, I believe I would have twice last evening ( Read more... )