Dr. Salshaker

Nobody knows about O' Saltshaker, except he's damn strange, like 055, but even more strange. The way his eyes glow, or his "concoctions" that he makes, or the strange howls he makes whenever Dr. Dean is around. Agent ████ told us when she went to check on him, all she found was blood in his room, him saying "he's coming, coming FOR YOU, ██████████, HER SPIRIT IS HERE, LET HELL RISE FROM DAMNATION, LET BLOOD COME FROM THE WALLS, KJSH DJSA TEL, DSFR AXOLDH TEL." She said nobody knows her maiden name, not even her own mother or father, she also said his neck circles around like butter on a pan, over and over and over, again, and again.

I called the secretary down, but old Greta Sanchez wouldn't listen, she's in her forties, late forties, smokes, drinks wine, but has a fit body, I don't how that's possible. Saltshaker has to go, and were gonna stop whatever he does.

Hour 1

We arrived at his house, but the lights are low, TV on, him sitting like an asshole who just cleaned his moth with choir boy roasts, dishes piled in the kitchen with blood all over the couch, his hands stretched, his face white, and a peregrine smile. The way he turns his neck was almost hard to watch. We made a chloroform mixture with some sleepy time tea from Juneau.

Hour 4

He leaves for now, we enter the house, Zoey right behind me, I'm left confused when were inside. The inside was nice, lights on, a bottle of champagne from 1983, TV blasting 40's jazz, and a nice filet mignonette. His keys were scattered