1924, Feb 13.

More images came back to me today. A man in a black trench coat... blood... an arm that wasn't his... When I remembered that I went dizzy for a minute, had to sit down. luckily I was just walking in to Susan's cafe. I sat shaking for a good long time with just a cup of coffee, black, and a cigarette.

Every time an image comes back to me I wish it hadn't. They're the stuff of nightmares, not memories. Very few sights could be worse than a man holding another mans arm... without the other man attached to it, but I fear that this is only the tip... I pray that it's only a small iceberg and i've already reached it's depth... but I know I haven't the man did not explain the 7 point star.