The Franklin Series: Torment

Entry Two

January 15th, 1979

The last week has been one issue after another. I sold the house. I would never be able to see past the blood stains that covered the books upon the library table. Every time I passed the library I broke down. I wasn't going to stay for sentimental reasons. Those could never outweigh the mental scars. I'm sure a family will get better use out of a mansion, anyway.

The new house I'm looking at is a two level with one bedroom and one and a half bathrooms. It is much closer to the downtown core of Fairview. I've searched the neighbourhoods and found an abandoned building that will suit my medical practice perfect. I just need to make the first payment and sign some papers, and the building will be mine to tinker with until I can get my Ph.D.

I'm still hoping to find a more secluded place for my personal experiments. That was the only reason my old house was appealing. With everything cleared up, the house would be a safe place to continue where the family left off. However, it would have been like I stepped back into the life I knew before.

I need a fresh start. This new place doesn't have everything I need within it and that's alright. That's where my grandfather made his biggest mistake. He locked himself up, which cut off his ties to the world. I won't shut out potential clients like that. I need people. He needed people too. He just couldn't see it.

I have been reading a lot about sleep studies and what does and doesn't affect sleep. Nightmares and night terrors have only been defined. There is no research into a potential cause or a cure. My grandfather's research will live on through me, but I will not make the same mistakes he did.