Raymond's Diary

Raymond's diaries and letters can be found in the basement.

(To be formatted properly later, for now here are transcriptions of his journals)

July 5, 1966

”I’m lost. Everything I thought I believed, everything I’ve been told has been wrong. They came here so certain they could end it. All I’ve learned is that no religion fully understands the demonic. Every single one has distilled their version of the devil down to simple concepts meant to scare those with no moral compass into behaving. No intention of truly combating this evil. Fucking cowards.

They failed, abandoned me, and left me with no choice but to deal with this myself. I’m tired of being scared. I’m tired of being alone. I’ve put up with enough of this. I have one new hope left and I’m going to use it to finally start my life. I hope you suffer.”

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Nov 1, 1966

School has been so much better. I’m finally doing well again and I’m happy to be back. However. even with life finally being the best it’s been, it still eats at me. She was horrible and the worst thing in my life for so long but I still feel it. I suppose it’s best for me to be alone for now. At least the dead don’t talk anymore.”

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May 29, 1984

I'm not sure why I've decided to write this. I don't keep journals but it may be the only way I can deal with what's happened. To get my thoughts out. I thought this was over but it's happened to David. I remember so vividly what it looks like.

I don't have any plan here. I just wanted to write.

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June 3, 1984

I keep thinking about David. I feel horrible. What he became was terrifying. I remember everything but I haven't seen it in a living person before. I knew in my gut what was happening but I couldn't believe it. It's been almost two decades.

When the body came in, David almost instantly began to become irritable. We both knew something strange was happening but it directly affected him. He felt sick and went home for the day only to return that evening saying that he felt he had to come back and wanted to work. At that point, I couldn't ignore it.

I tried to tell him he was in danger. That this was all real. He insisted on working, became irrational again, and asked to work alone. I again told him what to look for but he dismissed me. I went and bought a camcorder and told him to at least record anything unusual. I wanted to be able to show him once he was in a moment of clarity so that maybe he would allow me to help him but it all happened so fast and was over.

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April 3, 1985

I don't know what else to do. I feel helpless. I'm so sorry James.

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August 10, 1985

Andrea now.

It won't stop. I don't know what to do. Obviously, not everyone is susceptible. I've learned that much. It makes me want to never hire anyone again but I can't lose the mortuary either. Even if I did close, it would still happen to me eventually.

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November 16, 1987

I'm back to writing here again. It's been so long I thought it was over but I guess I've just been lucky. I'm scared. I was hoping this would never happen again but I have a feeling this is only going to happen more. Poor Angela. This is a horrible existence.

I almost feel victim before, it's only a matter of time now until it chooses me. I don't want to be alone but I think there is no escaping what has happened. I will miss you always, Maria, but it was the right thing to leave you. To keep you safe. I know you would never understand.

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February 22, 1989

I tucked this journal away and forgot about it trying to move on. I found it again today and I guess I have been in a horrible place for a while now. I can't live with all this guilt. I feel so alone. I feel so angry at the life that's been taken from me. I stopped my life to take care of her and she brought this in.

I can't blame her. That's not fair. It's not her fault. I have to find a way to stop this myself.

I've just been sitting here huddled in fear hoping this won't happen again. That it won't happen to me. I don't have much money, but I need to start researching this in a real way. I need to take control.

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March 27, 1989

I've been working relentlessly and I believe I have made some progress. I haven't pieced together much but I have found enough that has led me to a contact in Egypt. I'm flying out there in a few days to meet and talk about what's been happening.

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April 29, 1989

My trip to Egypt was extremely successful, I feel. I'm broke now but it was worth it. Mr. Salah is an amazing help. I've come back with mountains of documents and copies of religious texts I had no idea existed. It's changed a lot of what I believe. I'm going to start pouring over these and see what I can piece together. There's something here, I can feel it.

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December 8, 1989

I'm so tired and angry. I feel so helpless. I can't do this anymore. Vallery didn't do anything to deserve this. None of them did. I can't bring myself to do it. I'm keeping Vallery here. I can help her. I'm sure of it. I feel like I'm so close to something that can stop this but I don't know what I'm missing.

I've been working on a number of things meant to combat these entities. I have found ways to uncover their sigils, which is promising. I have distilled this down to a science and I know I can find the missing piece. I will help you, Vallery.

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January 27, 1990

I hate what I have to do. I have to feed her and care for her even though she is violent and gone. It is far too similar to how all this began and I hate it. God damn it, thirty years of this.

I have a theory and I don't like it, but I can't let this happen to anyone else. This has to stop. I have some things I've been working on that I am going to send off to Mr. Salah and get hs opinion. If it's a viable method, I'm going to take this head on.

If I can't stop it, I'll keep it at bay.

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February 18, 1990

I received some great news from Mr. Salah. I've been fortunate enough to not have another compromised body up to this point but now I need one.

My plan now is to work in the mortuary alone until this happens again. If I can establish myself as a potential conduit and survive the possession using these tools, I think I may be able to take control as well as keep this from happening to others.

I don't know what this means for Vallery. It's the only piece of this I don't know how to live with. But I might have to. Otherwise it's all been for nothing.