December 12th 1922

For weeks now I have taken my daughters latest nanny and begun to condition her. I have not the time nor patience to hire another. Anna Kathrin Carr, a sweet girl not much more than 17 her parents are both passed and a ward of the state I took her into my custody to tend for my daughter. She like the others became afraid of the strange happening about the manor, but unlike the others she will not be missed.

I set my mind to stripping away her mental and physical defenses. I used maximum settings of electro shock with alternating periods of depravation and saturation. Locking her in a cell with no light, no food, no water, nothing. Then having my daughter bring her all of those essentials. On and on I pushed the young girls physical and mental limits until they crumbled like clay in my hands. Now after much work and time I have rebuilt her to tend my daughter in every way.

There was one behavior I could not seem to modify, in fact it has intensified far beyond anything normal. What was once the simple habit of biting her fingernails has now turned to gnawing at the flesh of her fingers. No amount of conditioning has been able to change this and has only served to worsen it. I have decided that the level of the habit is acceptable even if somewhat disconcerting. She now tends to my daughter’s every whim. What a wonderful Christmas gift for my daughter and myself.

Now I will be able to turn my attention and time to my studies and work.