A Girl Named Lenore

January 1st, 2021

I must be crazy! So many things have happened this week. My grandfather's memorial service was Monday. It was hard; really hard. I loved that man more than life itself, but at least he isn't suffering anymore. I remember seeing him the night when he died, the whole family was there in his house. I say "whole family" like there is more than 10 of us, but hey, it was nice that everyone could see him one last time. Everyone else had gone to bed, but I stayed up. We were talking, his voice was soft and weak almost like it wasn't there. I felt a part of me snap when he finally passed. Sort of like a part of me died too. I miss him. I miss him so badly. He left me his Banshee though, so it's like he's still here! She's a beautiful owl. He called her a barn owl, but I don't really know enough about them to know the differences between them. Except for snow owls. I only know about them because of those Harry Potter movies. She was heartbroken too she cried the whole time Grandpa was passing from this world to the next. Almost like she was calling his name over and over again. That's the way of life though. "It's appointed once unto man to die" or whatever they say.

That's not all though. I met a girl; Lenore. She's gorgeous! Her eyes are the beautiful shade of green that brings life. Kind of like a vast, fertile forest fed by a river. They remind me of the forest where my grandfather lived to be honest. I could get lost in woods like that. We were supposed to meet today but because of New Year we decided to postpone until next week.

In other news, my complaint to the landlords has once again not been addressed. My door still doesn't lock properly, the thermostat doesn't work, and they refuse to remove the other bed! It's bad enough it's a single room with only a shower, but I have to deal with a bed that's just taking up space? At the very least it has storage shelves underneath. I still don't like it. I need to find a new apartment ASAP!

January 8, 2021

I think she might be into me! Our conversation was fantastic! In fact it went so well that we went way over the hour we had planned! I had no idea that much time had even passed! She hung on every word I had to say. Every single one. That wasn't even the best part though! She wanted to know MORE! Always asking questions. I learned she loved her coffee with a little cream and just enough sugar to taste. Her preferred blend is a strong arabica dark roast, unfortunately she likes it in a cold brew. I don't see why anyone would ever ruin coffee by intentionally drinking it cold, but that's not a deal breaker. Just makes her quirky. We already have plans to see one another again very soon. Oh oh oh, there's this thing she does with her glasses that is magnificent. Every time she goes to put the them on, she flips her hair behind her ears with one hand and slides her glasses on with the other. It's enough to drive me insane!

Speaking of driving me crazy, Banshee wouldn't stop screeching last night. It was loud enough my neighbors called the cops! I'm sorry, owls are mostly nocturnal. They can get over themselves. I'll complain to the landlord about them, but nothing's going to happen. Nothing ever changes in this crappy place. I understand why the rent is so low. The cops in this neighborhood suck too. They kept accusing me of screaming like a bird! If it wasn't for Lenore I'd get out of this Hell hole, but she must live nearby. I can't wait to speak with her again.

January 15, 2021

I had a terrible night. I saw a man talking to Lenore, obviously giving her a hard time. I tried to confront him, but Lenore shot me a really sharp look. That was a little hot actually...not going to lie. But she handled it I guess because the guy walks away and we start talking. Well arguing actually. Talked about "boundaries" and "trust" and such. I don't know if this relationship will work out. She says my obsession with Banshee is "unhealthy". I get it, she's an owl and they aren't normal pets so some people get weirded out when I show her to them, but she refuses to even acknowledge Banshee! I am going to chalk this up to that confrontation. She must be on edge.

That wasn't even the worst part. That bastard that was making Lenore uncomfortable was in my apartment! So of course I confront him. We have a fight and he screams loud enough that police come rushing in. They drag us both away. They drug me out of my home! I'm going to file a suit, but my lawyer says I've already got a little too much legal trouble as it is. so he said he didn't think it "would be advantageous to our current position." Whatever that means. Oh well I think I'm going to let Banshee loose and we'll really give them something to write home about! They hadn't seen anything yet

Patient: Edgar Kitz

Report# EK004

Patient is unresponsive to treatment. His obsession with this "Banshee" is reaching a frightening level. As well as his obsession with me. It is coming to the point where I fear for my safety and that of the other patients. We tried to keep Edgar away from the other patients because of his particular past, but he saw me talking to another patient yesterday and he attacked the poor man! Thankfully hospital security was nearby and stopped the fight before it escalated. Later that night. The patient Edgar attacked was screaming terrified because he saw an owl in his room. Unfortunately, it was late enough that by the time security was alerted Edgar had already beaten the man to death. The amount of blood was unsettling to say the very least. When asked he said "Banshee had screeched his name. So it was his time to go." Despite never meeting this patient or having any form of identification at all he know the patient's name was Allen. Once he wakes up from the sedatives, and properly restrained mind you, I plan on trying to discover exactly how he discovered this.

For the record I will be taking a vacation shortly. I need to get out and touch the grass so to speak. The nature of my work puts a strain on me and I'm getting tired. For example I thought I heard something scream my name outside my window. It was faint and distant. Kind of like a far away bird, but I shouldn't be rambling on like this.

I will have to consult with the medical board on what to do with Edgar. He is clearly violent. First his grandfather and now this poor man? I don't think we are equipped to handle someone of his capacity.

-Dr. Lenore Krava