August Emily’s condition is very bad now. Woke up to blood on the sheets and her crying behind the toilet door. During my examination after breakfast, she was very pale, and seemed very scared. Asked me to hold her. Frightened. I do not know what to do. Fear some blood disorder, though when I knick her finger she clots normally. That was start. Now acts despondent and lifeless. Weak. I feed her honey and lemon in the hopes that it is only some deficiency, she has eaten so little lately, but she will not get out of bed. I tried other means of excitement, but she lacked even her habitual interest. Did not respond at all. She wept very hard when the Steward’s children brought her flowers. I do not know what is causing this. Wish I had studied more of blood maladies, instead of frogs. Parasites, conditions of the stomach. I can only set bones and deliver children. Know so little of the exotic maladies, and so much of what ails us all, will ail us all, at the end. I think I must get help. Others from university must have studied such diseases. Killdeer, Dunn, Axman. Her father. I must write to the school for their addresses, I must get some help. I do not know what to do anymore. (August 1895) Document Seven Have ended experiment. Took two bullets. One in chest did nothing. Second needed for silence. Had three left. Did not wish to keep. Terrible tool. Gun. Death. Terrible. I will defeat death. Results with subject suggest new directions for study. Ritual found in old book from stranger. Tested in fireplace first. Words in charcoal, drops of blood. Bizarre. Felt very dizzy when done, but not sure who wished to call. Thought, father, first, but Patrick seemed right. At first nothing, then swaying figure of light in circle, like old flames, or burning alcohol. Did not speak, but clearly missing arm. Asked many questions, told about… subject, but could not speak. Only flame, no tongue. Wished had kept steward. No lungs, but had tongue still. Thought of digging up to test, but what good? Was very dizzy when made decision. Went to basement, tied more tightly and painted words on subject’s back. Madness. Words. Stopped screaming. Very sudden. When finished words on back. Undid gag and waited, long time, in silence. When stirred, looked at me. Called my name. Kiss me. Then madness. Tried to bite me when I leaned in. Was crying as did so, and tripped backwards, hit head very hard on rock. Very dizzy. New screaming. Screamed obscenities. Said words. Many words. Terrible words. Insults. Used different voices and made animal noises. Shouted Gibberish. Said “kill you.” But answered. How explain? Flesh remembers many things. Can reanimate with serum and electric shock, but does not remember name. Not remember life. Only flesh. Muscle memory. Reflex. Ritual touched, other than flesh? Soul? What in fire place? What in subject? If soul, then where madness? What place inside drove to such insanity? How accept? More than flesh. Flesh, not enough. Must try again. Must learn. Must study, test, experiment. Too late. Or madness. Must bury her now. Must tell parents. Very good did not come in all this. Would not have known how to explain. Must get proper tombstone now is done. Must get rid of bullets. Must sleep. So tired. So, so, so tired. Do not wish to get out of bed. Believe will leave when done. Go somewhere else, to begin again. House very quiet without screams. A Note I would have named him after you. I’m sorry. So sorry. (Note undated, splotch of mud or blood on bottom right corner as from two fingerprints) Document A She won’t stop screaming. Why won’t she stop screaming? God, why won’t she stop? Not dead. Not dead at least. Good sign. Must remember. Only pain. Must be pain, god so much pain. I want to make it stop. Batteries worked. Alternating types, continuous current with Amiel’s simulating heartbeat as showed her before… Subject’s exsanguination may have impact on result. More space for serum when injected, quicker coagulation of what left. Little enough time for it. Found in bed at nine, nine fifteen, when brought breakfast. My razor. Told her, Patrick, when she visited in lab last night. Thought unusual up and about. Thought getting better, showed interest in work. Asked if could make it work yet. Told her no. Why? Will not need to send letters to university now. When found, subject, did not know what to do. Could not think. Thought very bad thunder storm, but sunlight coming through window when closed it. Sat on bed. Hand very cold. So cold. Still cold. Could not read. Long time. How to account for effect of no blood? Less blood anyways. None on needle when applying serum. Some trouble at wrists. Could use artificial, but how keep from running from wounds. Bandage will soak through. Paint? Have tied to bed. Thrashing disconnected batteries. Feared would kill, but still screaming. Why, why? Have kept in bedroom to hide from servants, but Steward asks questions when brought up serum. Doesn’t know about work. No one but me now. Injected serum, more than Patrick, wires. Kissed her. Told her I loved her. That everything was going to be alright. Now. Screaming. Will fix. Must fix. Has come back to life before. Must find way to make secretion work. Must try at higher amperage. Larger batteries. Must stimulate more at once. Must find a way. I will not let you go. I will not. Forgive me. (Document is undated) A Fragment (Fragment, perhaps of a brown paper bag or packet like those one might receive from a druggist found in very bottom of drawer smeared a bit but mostly legible) There is no God. Miracles belong to men. But not this man. Not to me. Just the dogs. Just the bloody dogs and the dead. (Document ends.)