So I was just at the kitchen and a ghost of who I assume is Carstairs given everything that is going on appeared and threatened me with a knife. I couldn't dodge around him so I threw the book I was holding at him and he disappeared. In his place was a piece of paper that read
22 May 1896
Today Reginald let his room. He looks as gaunt and skeletal as a long dead corpse. He chased me into the basement. Trapped, I only managed to escape by bludgeoning him over the head with a large pipe near the furnace. I escaped through the cellar doors and we have locked him down there, but I fear my blow only slowed him.
How does he not die? Is this some angry spirit craving revenge? Perhaps I have gone mad. Perhaps my husband hates me that much. I have not heard from David since he left.