Journals of The Black Wasp Strange Happenings at the Everheart Home

Friday, September 13, 1946 There are many rumors of strange occurrences on Friday the 13 th . I believe that everything can be explained. Earlier today, many things happened that, at first glance at least, seemed supernatural. I specialize in such "paranormal" cases, but this one took a lot out of me. People call me the Black Wasp . Due to a series of death threats, I’ve gone almost completely anonymous. The only way my clients find me is through word of mouth, and even then I might not show up in person to meet with them. This evening, I was sitting in my office. I had made an appointment for seven o’ clock with a woman who assured me that I’d be well compensated if I helped her. I wasn’t in it for the money, however. Her story had thoroughly intrigued me. Lately, I hadn’t had any real mysteries to solve, and I had slipped into the open arms of boredom. A very familiar woman walked into my office, and I knew I’d seen her before. She looked like a prisoner of war