Case 18: Entry 4

Nothing. I've set traps baited with my own blood, put up little arcane alarms, and tried rituals to purify the house and none of it has done anything. I would have assumed that the thing was gone, except that I've been getting nosebleeds and and the whole house has shaken a few times. They just haven't had anything to do with any of my efforts. At least the circle around Emily has been holding out. So far. I've reinforced as best I can, but I've noticed a few of the other chimeras and other artifacts around the house have disappeared. If this entire house and everything in it is designed to keep this thing bound and it's still running rampant, what hope does one little protective circle have?

So...I think I might have just blacked out. I didn't notice anything had happened until I stared down at the screen and tried to remember what I had just been thinking about and I immediately got a vague memory of two figures, one human and one inhuman. The human figure seemed familiar somehow. Anyway, I had a nosebleed and it was about eight minutes after I had started this entry. I write slowly sometimes, but not that slowly. Experimentation isn't working. I've got to do some more research. If that doesn't provide a lead soon, then I'll have to call up one of my otherworldly contacts. There's only three with enough power and knowledge to be useful, and of them only one is the right fit for this kind of trouble. To be honest, the thought of summoning Tina makes me more scared for her than of her. I know it's been two or three hundred years since she was actually a little girl, and I know she sometimes can't tell the difference between harmless fun and homicidal mania, but I still don't like the idea of calling her here when I don't know what's prowling around. For all I know it could be something that eats ghosts. Maybe the research will turn something up.

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I've got something! I've got something! The two people I saw were a half djinn witch from the early 1800s named Raphael Guntram and a hunter named Caleb Belmonte, also known in a few Agency files as the Caleb Fiendsbane. I found a brief account of the showdown hidden among the journals. I'm still not quite sure what to make of all this, but my best guess is that I'm either dealing with the ghost of Raphael or else something he called up. Whatever it is, I'm a lot closer to understanding it--a lot closer to killing it--than I was an hour ago.