The Whitaker House Curse a serial by William Todd

The lines separating imagination from reality blur when a horror diary mirrors the real life of the inhabitants of an old house.

December 23, 1912. The last entry of Jules Croft - I must confess that for someone who is about to die, writing in my diary is a most odd notion. But since there is no form of self-defense, no diminutive space on earth in which I can hide that will keep me from this terrible fate, I must do what comes naturally. I must write. Being a man of middle age and a widower of nearly six years, writing gives me the opportunity to converse with my beloved Joan.

What happened to the poor souls? - Once at the top of the stairs, Mr. Tragoi motioned to the library entrance door. "Please, can I offer you a glass of wine while we wait on the other guests?"

Where shall we look for Mr. Tragoi? - I apologize for my absence, though who ever reads this at a later time will not know an absence was taken except by my admission. The intruder is gaining ground but not yet ready to take me, so I will pick up on this horrific tale where I had previously left off.