Dracula. Bram Stoker

I was just about to look at them when

      I saw the door-handle move. I sank back in my seat, having just

      had time to replace the letters as they had been and to resume

      my book before the Count, holding still another letter in his hand,

      entered the room. He took up the letters on the table and

      stamped them carefully, and then turning to me, said:

      «I trust you will forgive me, but I have much work to do in

      private this evening. You will, I hope, find all things as you

      wish.» At the door he turned, and after a moment’s pause said:

      «Let me advise you, my dear young friend nay, let me warn

      you with all seriousness, that should you leave these rooms you

      will not by any chance go to sleep in any other part of the castle.

      It is old, and has many, memories, and there are bad dreams for

      those who sleep unwisely. Be warned! Should sleep now or ever

      overcome you, or be like to do, then haste to your own chamber

      or to these rooms, for your rest will then be safe. But if you be

      not careful in this respect, then» He finished his speecn.-in_a,

      gruesome way, for he motioned with his hands as if he were

      washing them. I quite understood; my only doubt was as to

      whether any dream could be more terrible than the unnatural,

      horrible net of gloom and mystery which seemed closing around

      me.

      Later. I endorse the last words written, but this time there

      (s no doubt in question. I shall not fear to sleep in any place where

      32 Dracula

      he is not. I have placed the crucifix over the head of my bed I

      imagine that my rest is thus freer from dreams; and there it

      shall remain.

      When he left me I went to my room. After a little while, not

      hearing any sound, I came out and went up the stone stair to

      where I could look out towards the South. There was some sense

      of freedom in the vast expanse, inaccessible though it was to me,

      as compared with the narrow darkness of the courtyard. Look-

      ing out on this, I felt that I was indeed in prison, and I seemed

      to want a breath of fresh air, though it were of the night. I am

      beginning to feel this nocturnal existence tell on me. It is destroy-

      ing my nerve. I start at my own shadow, and am full of all sorts

      of horrible imaginings. God knows that there is ground for my

      terrible fear in this accursed place! I looked out over the beau-

      tiful expanse, bathed in soft yellow moonlight till it was al-

      most as light as day. In the soft light the distant hills became

      melted, and the shadows in the valleys and gorges of velvety

      blackness. The mere beauty seemed to cheer me; there was peace

      and comfort in every breath I drew. As I leaned from the win>

      dow my eye was caught by something moving a storey below

      me, and somewhat to my left, where I imagined, from the order

      of the rooms, that the windows of the Count’s own room would

      look out. The window at which I stood was tall and deep, stone-

      mullioned, and though weatherworn, was still complete; but it

      was evidently many a day since the case had been there. I drew

      back behind the stonework, and looked carefully out.

      What I saw was the Count’s head coming out from the win-

      dow. I did not see the face, but I knew the man by the neck and

      the movement of his back and arms. In any case I could not mis-

      take the hands which I had had so many opportunities of study-

      ing. I was at first interested and somewhat amused, for it is won-

      derful how small a matter will interest and amuse a man when

      he is a prisoner. But my very feelings changed to repulsion and

      terror when I saw the whQle_maa_slowly. emerge_ from the win-

      dow and begin to crawl down the castle wall over that dreadful

      abyss, face down with his cloak spreading out around him like

      great wings. At first I could not believe my eyes. I thought it

      was some trick of the moonlight, some weird effect of shadow; but

      I kept looking, and it could be no delusion. I saw the fingers and

      toes grasp the corners of the stones, worn clear of the mortar

      by the stress of years, anr> by thus using every projection and

      inequality move downwaius with considerable speed, just as a

      lizard moves along a wall.

      Jonathan Marker’s Journal 33

      What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature is

      it in the semblance of man? I feel the dread of this horrible place

      overpowering me; I am in fear in awful fear and there is no

      escape for me; I am encompassed about with terrors that I dare

      not think of.…

      15 May. Once more have I seen the Count go out in his liz-

      ard fashion. He moved downwards in a sidelong way, some hun-

      dred feet down, and a good deal to the left. He vanished into

      some hole or window. When his head had disappeared, I leaned

      out to try and see more, but without avail the distance was too

      great to allow a proper angle of sight. I knew he had left the

      castle now, and thought to use the opportunity to explore more

      than I had dared to do as yet. I went back to the room, and tak-

      ing a lamp, tried all the doors. They were all locked, as I had

      expected, and the locks were comparatively new; but I went

      down the stone stairs to the hall where I had entered originally.

      I found I could pull back the bolts easily enough and unhook

      the great chains; but the door was locked, and the key was gone!

      That key must be in the Count’s room; I must watch should his

      door be unlocked, so that I may get it and escape. I went on to

      make a thorough examination of the various stairs and passages,

      and to try the doors that opened from them. One or two small

      rooms near the hall were open, but there was nothing to see in

      them except old furniture, dusty with age and moth-eaten. At

      last, however, I found one door at the