CHAPTER 1 LETTER, JONATHAN HARKER TO MINA MURRAY EXETER

10 April Dear Mina, I know you will be glad to hear that I have passed my final law examinations. I am a real lawyer now, so we can be married in the summer. Before them, Mr. Hawkins has an important job for me in Transylvania. He had intended to go there himself, but he has hurt his leg and cannot travel. I am a little nervous, but very excited. Mr. Hawkins says that if I do well, it could lead to even bigger things! Let me tell you about the job. There is a client of ours in Transylvania called Count Dracula. Mr. Hawkins has been his lawyer for years although they have never met. Recently, the Count asked us to buy a house for him in London as he wants to make his home in this country .I have done most of the work on this myself, anyway .I found the right kind of house and checked it all carefully. Everything is now in order and ready for us to complete the business. But of course, the Count wants to hear all about his new property before he signs the final papers. So Mr. Hawkins is sending me to give him the information. I am leaving at the end of the month, but I will be back in two or three weeks. I will write to you as often as I can, but I have also decided to keep a diary for you to read later. I hope you and Lucy have a good holiday at the seaside. With all my love. With all my love, Jonathan.

Letter, Mina Murray to Jonathan Harker Saint Winifreds Ladies College, York 15 April Dear Jonathan,

Congratulations on your success. I am looking forward very much to being the wife of a brilliant lawyer! I hope you enjoy your visit to Transylvania. It sounds very interesting. I wonder if the Count lives in a castle. I shall want to hear all the details. I like your idea of keeping a diary. I think I will keep one myself while you are away. School ends on 23 July. Then I shall join Lucy and her mother by the sea at Whitby. I had a long letter from her last week. I suspect she is in love! She often mentions a young man, Arthur Holmwood, whose father is a big landowner near London. There are also two friends of his whom she sees regularly. One of them, Dr John Seward, is in charge of a mental hospital at Purfleet, near her home. Apparently, he is very lever and very serious! The other is an American called Quincey Morris .He is travelling around the world and is a great hunter of wild animals. I suspect that all three men are in love with Lucy! I wonder whom she will choose.

Give my best wishes to Mr Hawkins. I hope his leg is getting better. I hope he will let me know when he hears from you from Transylvania. All my love, Mina.

Jonathan Harkers Diary, Bistritz 4 May the train left Vienna in good time and arrived in Klausenburg yesterday evening. I stayed the night at the Hotel Royale. I had some very good chicken cooked in wine for dinner. I must have eaten too much because I could not sleep .Instead, I stayed awake and thought about the unknown land of Transylvania and my business there. The train to Bistritz started at eight in the morning, so I had to hurry my breakfast. We passed through some beautiful country. Sometimes we saw little castles on top of high hills. Sometimes we ran by rivers. Their flat green banks often showed signs of heavy rain. At every station there were groups of Slovak peasants .The women wore clothes with wide skirts. The men wore big hats, and their thick black trousers were pushed into high boots. It was nearly dark when we reached Bistritz. I had been told to go to the Golden Krone Hotel. The owners, a kind old married couple, met me at the door and at once gave me a letter. It was short and very direct: My friend, I am anxiously writing for you. Sleep well tonight .At three tomorrow, the public coach will start for Bukovina .A place will be kept on it for you. At the Borgo Pass in the mountains, my own coach will meet you and bring you to me. I wish you a safe journey .Your friend, Dracula.

5 May Last Night I tried to talk to the old man and his wife about Count Dracula, but they would not answer. They just looked frightened .I am beginning to feel a little anxious .When I got onto the coach, I was surprised by the size of the crowd outside the hotel. They were all looking at me, and some of them made the sign of the cross. I thought it was odd, but the next thing was stranger still. At the last moment, the old woman from the hotel hurried up to me and hung a crucifix round my neck. For the love of your mother, she said. It was all very mysterious and for a moment I felt a little nervous in this strange land. But I soon lost my fear in the interesting sights of the journey. The country was green and full of forests, with small farmhouses here and there beside the road .In the distance were gentle hills, and further away the rocky sides of high mountains. As evening fell, we began to climb towards the Pass and it got very cold. Late snow lay between dark groups of trees on the misty hillsides. Sometimes, where the woods were thickest, the tallest trees seemed to threaten us as they closed over the road .Sometimes, the red light of the dying sun fell on low-lying clouds producing strange effects that brought back my earlier fears. As darkness fell, excitement grew among the other passengers. They seemed to want the driver to go faster, although I could not understand their words. And there was no reason to hurry .We were much earlier than expected .Soon, the road became more level and we entered the Borgo Pass. The driver stopped the horses. Theres no coach here, he said, and sounded pleased. All the other passengers were smiling at me. Youd better come with us to Bukovina. I gradually realized that these kind people did not want me to go to Castle Dracula! For some reason, everyone was frightened of the place and its owner.

These were alarming thoughts, but I had no time to demand an explanation. Suddenly, almost without a sound, a coach came up beside us very fast and stooped .In the light of our lamps, I saw the driver. He was a tall man in a great black hat, which hid his face. I could only see his eyes. They flashed strangely red in the lamplight. Give me the gentlemans bags, he ordered and helped me into his coach. I suddenly felt cold and very lonely as the friendly public coach disappeared down the road. A warm coat was thrown round my shoulders. Count Dracula told me to take care of you, said the tall man. He drove the coach very fast .We passed a farmhouse, and the dogs there began to make a terrible noise. The noise gradually spread until all the dogs in the area were barking. What had frightened them so much? Surely farm dogs were used to the sound of horses, even at night? Then, from the mountains came the sharper cries of wolves. The horses became so frightened that the driver had to stop. While has was calming them down, a circle of wolves formed around the coach. I could see their thick hair, long legs and white teeth. I called out in terror to the driver, but he showed a strange control over the animals. With a few sharp orders he sent them away. This unnatural power alarmed me even more than the wolves had! What kind of man was he? I must ask the Count to explain. We continued on our way in almost complete darkness .The coach climbed higher, into the heart of the mountains. I must have fallen asleep for a few minutes because I woke suddenly. We had arrived outside a huge, old castle with tall, dark windows. There was no sign of light or life. Chapter 2 Jonathan Harkers Diary, Castle Dracula 5 May (continued) I stood beside an ancient door set in huge blocks of stone. The driver had driven away round the side of the building, without a word. I waited. Doubts and fears crowded into my mind. Then a key turned in the lock, and the door slowly opened. An old man stood there, dressed in black from head to foot. The hand that shook mine was as cold as ice. Count Dracula? I asked. I am Count Dracula, Mr Harker. I am glad to see you. Please come in. I followed him up a stone stairway to a well-lit room. There was a bright fire and a table laid for dinner. My fears evaporated in the light and warmth. I realized how hungry I was. Dinner was very good, but the Count did not eat with me. Please excuse me, Mr Harker, he said, but I never eat in the evening. While I was enjoying my meal, the Count read me the letter I had brought to him from my employer, Mr Peter Hawkins of Exeter. It says, I am sorry that my bad leg prevented me from coming to you myself. But Jonathan Harker is a trained lawyer and I trust him completely. He can tell you all about the new house we have bought for you in London. He will give you good service and take your orders in all things.

As the Count was reading, I examined him more closely. He had a strong face, with a thin, high nose and grey hair. His mouth was a little cruel, with unusually red lips. They did not quite close over his long white teeth. His whole face was very pale. He bent over me to put more wine in my glass and I caught a horrible smell a smell of corruption. I felt suddenly sick. I thought the Count had noticed. He smiled You look very tired, he said. Sleep as late as you like tomorrow. I have to be out until the afternoon. 7 May I slept for many hours and did not have my breakfast until five or six o clock. It was all ready for me, but there was no sign of any servants. I find this strange Dracula is obviously a rich man. He could afford any number of servants. Another extraordinary thing is that there are no mirrors anywhere. To tidy my beard, I had to use the small mirror from my travel bag. After breakfast, I tried to explore the nearest rooms. The only one not locked was lined with books. While I was looking at some of the books, the Count entered. I am glad you have found the library , he said. You may go anywhere in the castle except where the doors are locked. But now let us deal with the necessary papers first. Then you can tell me all about my new house. I explained all the business details to him and he signed the documents. Then I wrote a letter to be posted with them to Mr Hawkins. Your house is called Carfax, I told the Count. It is In the Purfleet area of London. It is a large old house, with a lot of land and its own chapel. There are no others houses near it. The nearest building is a mental hospital, well hidden from view by tall trees. The Count was pleased with my description .Again, I ate my dinner alone while he talked. It was early morning before I went to bed. 8 May I did not sleep well so I got up before sunrise. I was dealing with my beard with the help of my small mirror when I heard the Counts voice behind me. Good Morning, he said. I realized later that I had not seen his reflection in the mirror though all the other things in the room were in view. I turned too quickly my surprise and gave myself a little cut .Blood ran down my face. Draculas eyes flashed with terrible anger and I thought he was going to hit me .But he just put his hands on my shoulders .They touched the crucifix and at once his anger disappeared. Take care, he said, take care not to cut yourself in this country. It is more dangerous than you think. He took the mirror from me. We dont need this thing! he said, and threw it out of the window. I was too surprised to speak. The count did not appear at breakfast .In fact, I have never yet seen him eat or drink. There are altogether too many alarming things about the Count. I want to please Mr Hawkins and do my best for his client, but I am beginning to be afraid for my life. Am I alone with a madmam? I must make an attempt to get out of the castle and send a telegram to Mr Hawkins asking for advice. Later I tried to get out through the main door, but it was locked. I started to explore the rest of the castle and found a room with a view to the south. I could now see that the whole castle is on the edge of a rocky precipice. Below, there is a forest of green trees as far as you can see.

But I am in no mood to describe the beauty of the view. When I tried to go further, I found every door locked. The only way out of the castle is through a window in the stone walls. The castle is a prison and I am a prisoner! Chapter 3

Jonathan Harkers Diary (continued) 9 May The count must not suspect that I do not trust him. I know now for certain that there are no servants. I saw the Count himself preparing the table for dinner. He was the coach driver. He had the magic power over the wolves. This is a frightening thought! I am very glad I have the little crucifix. 12 May Last night , the Count questioned me on legal matters. I want to send some of my things to England, he said. They will be packed in large wooden boxes. Can I use another lawyer to arrange this? The question surprised me, but I replied Of course. He stood up and put a heavy hand on my shoulder. Write to your employer and friends. Say that you are staying with me for another month. My heart grew cold. Do you want me to stay so long? I need to practice my English before I go to live in your country. You can help me. You speak English very well, Count, I said, but I had to agree to his wishes. He gave me a pen and some paper. Now, Mr Harker, you may wish to inform your friends of our change of plan, but I must ask you not write of anything except business. I understood quite clearly that he would read my letters. I decided to write only formal notes. Later, I would write longer letters secretly, and hope for an opportunity to post them. The Count also wrote several letters. I saw the name S F Billington and Whitby written on one. I have a lot of work to do this evening, so I shall leave you, said the Count. He stopped for a moment at the door. I must warn you, Mr Harker, never to go to sleep in any other part of the castle. You are only safe in these rooms. What did he mean? I felt a horrible cloud of mystery all around me. After he had gone, I went to the south window. From there, I could at least look out on freedom. As I put my head out, I saw a movement below me from the direction of the Counts room. I could hardly believe my eyes! The Counts head came out of his window, slowly followed by his whole body. Then he crawled head-first down the castle wall. Terror filled my mind. What kind of thing was this in the shape of a man? 16 May The Count left the castle again, so I decided to explore further. The doors were locked as usual, even the great main door below. I went up and down all the stairs, and at last I found an open door at the top of some steps. It led me into a different part of the castle. I had a lamp so I sat down for a rest in one of the rooms. I am now sitting at a small table and writing my diary. 17 May, afternoon I ignored the Counts warning and fell asleep in the strange room last night. God save me from going mad! The Count is not the worst thing in this evil place.

When I woke up, I was not alone. My lamp had gone out, but the room was lit by brilliant moonlight. Three young women were looking at me. Though the moonlight was behind them, they threw no shadow on the floor .Whispering together, they came closer. Two were dark, with high, sharp noses like the Count. The third was very fair with eyes like bright blue stones. All three had pointed white teeth. I felt both fear and strong attraction at the same time. I wanted them to kiss me with their red lips One of the others spoke to the fair girl, Go on. You begin, we will follow. There are kisses for all of us. He is young and strong. The fair girl went down on her knees and bent over me. Her lips opened and I could see the sharp white teeth. Lower and lower came her head and the lips seemed about to touch my neck. I could feel the heat from her mouth on my skin and I waited for the hard points of her teeth. I closed my eyes in a kind of horrible excitement. I did not hear the Count enter the room, but I suddenly felt him close to me .His terrible cry of anger stopped the woman. I told you not to touch him. This man belongs to me! His strong hand took the fair womans slim neck and pulled her back. I saw his eyes as red as the flames of hell- and his face, as white as death. The woman turned and laughed. You have never loved, she said. You can never love! Yes, I, too, can love, said Dracula. As you all know from the past. I promise that he will be yours when I have finished with him. Can we have nothing tonight? asked one of the women. Dracula picked up a bag from the floor .There was something alive inside I heard a little cry. The fair girl jumped forward and took it from him with a low laugh. Now, go, go! said the Count. I have work to do. The women did not go out by the door. They just disappeared through the window into the moonlight. I could see their shadowy shapes outside for a moment. Then they were gone. Terror came over me and I fell back unconscious. Chapter 4 Jonathan Harkers Diary (continued) 17 May, afternoon (continued) I woke up in my own bed with my clothes folded beside me. The Count must have carried me there. I was afraid that he might have seen my diary. But he must have been in a hurry because it was still in my pocket .I was glad to feel safe again .Nothing could be more terrible than those awful women who are waiting to drink my blood. 18 May I went to look at that room again in daylight. I had to be sure that I was not dreaming. But I could not reach it .The door at the top of steps had been locked .I am certain now-it was no dream. 19 May Last night, the Count made me write three letters. The first said that my work here was nearly finished. The second said that I would start for home in a few days. The third said that I had left the castle and had arrived in Bistritz. The dates on the letters were 12 June, 19 June and 29 June. I did not argue. I am completely in his power. He realizes that I know too much so he cannot let me live .At least I know exactly how long I have left. 15 June I have not had the heart to write in my diary recently. Nearly a month has passed and there has been no opportunity to escape from this terrible place. I have not seen very much of the Count. He must be busy with his evil work. Oh Mina! Shall I ever see you again? I cannot give up hope

23 June There was just a chance that someone would post a letter for me. A group of Slovak workmen came to the castle yesterday. They carried some huge boxes inside. I can hear them working somewhere in the castle so something is happening .They have made their camp just below my bedroom window. I quickly wrote a long letter to Mina in shorthand. But I did not sign the letter. Then I opened my window and threw it down with a piece of gold .The men seemed to understand what I wanted. This evening, the Count showed me the letter. The Slovaks have given me this, he said as he opened it. When he saw the shorthand, he was very angry. It is not signed and we cannot read it so it does not matter to us , he said. And he threw it on the fire. As I watched my last hope of escape disappear in flames, I felt terribly frightened and alone. 24 June Last Night, I heard the cry of a child from the Counts room. It was followed by a deep silence. I ran to my bedroom door, but it was locked! I could do nothing. I just sat down and tears ran down my face. As I sat, I heard cries from outside. From the window, I could see a woman with her hands over her heart. She was looking up at our windows and shouting, Murderer! Where is my child? I heard the Counts voice from the highest walls of the castle. He was answered by the howl of wolves, and a group of them came into sight. There was no sound from the woman and the wolves had soon finished. She was better dead I knew what had happened to her child. 25 June, morning I am running out of time .I must act now or never. With daylight comes courage! I have never seen the Count during the day. What does he do? I wish I could get into his room but there is no possible way except one! I will climb in through the Counts window and look for the key to the great main door. It is a desperate chance, but I am desperate now, and I am going to die anyway. Goodbye, Mina, goodbye If I fail, I will die a mans death. Chapter 5 Jonathan Harkers Diary (continued) Same day, later I have done it and come back safely to my room! I must write down exactly what happened .I climbed out of the south facing window onto a narrow shelf of stone that runs round the castle wall. Then I moved slowly along until I was just above the Counts window, and climbed in feet first. The room was empty except for some old furniture and a pile of gold pieces. There was a large double door opposite the window. If it was unlocked, it might be a way of escape .My heart beat faster as I tried to open it. But the door was locked. Although I searched everywhere, I could find no keys. I was so disappointed I sat down and cried. Then in a dark corner of the room, I suddenly noticed a smaller door. It was unlocked and led onto some stone steps. As I went down the steps, a horrible smell of putrefaction reached me. I went through another door and found myself in an old chapel. There was nobody there so I explored, but could find no away out. There were several doors, but they were all locked. The ground was of earth and had been dug recently. All the new earth had been put into the wooden

boxes brought by the Slovaks. When I looked more closely, I nearly died of shock and terror! There, in one of the boxes, lay Count Dracula. His face was pale and he was not breathing, but his lips were as red as usual. Although he was not conscious of me, his eyes were open and full of hate. Courage left me. I ran from the place and returned to my own room as quickly as possible. I lay trembling on my bed and tried to think. 28 June All my money, my travel papers and a suit of clothes have been taken .At first, I could not understand why the suit had gone. Then I saw the Count leave the castle again last nightdressed in my suit .He was going to post my last letter, dressed as me. I will seem to prove that I am alive and have left the castle. 29 June This evening, The Count found me asleep in the library. He woke me and said, Tomorrow, my friend, we must say goodbye. I will not be here, but the Slovaks have to finis h some work. When they have gone, my coach will take you to the Borgo Pass to meet the public coach from Bukovina. Why cant I leave tonight? I asked. Because my driver and the horses are busy at the moment, he replied. After I had gone to my room, I heard whispering at the door. Then I heard the Counts voice. Go back to your own place! Tomorrow night he is yours. There was a sweet, low laugh and I opened the door angrily. There were the three terrible women with their red lips and sharp teeth. When they saw me, they ran away, laughing. I came back to my room and fell on my knees. Is this the end? 30 June, morning These may be the last words I write in my diary. After sunrise, I returned to the old chapel. I knew I must search the Counts body for the key to the great door of the castle .I found him lying in his box. He seemed to look younger this morning. His face was fuller, his hair darker and his lips redder than usual. There were drops of blood on his mouth and neck. I forced myself to touch him but there was no key. Then, I suddenly realized that that was the terrible thing I was helping to reach London. I picked up a piece of stone, ready to hit the evil face. At that moment, the sound of the workmens voices came from somewhere outside. They were returning to finish their work. I hoped they would enter the chapel through Draculas room, as I has done. I ran back up the steps into the room and hid behind some furniture .When the workmen opened the double door, I would run quickly past them and escape! But they must have had a key to one of the locked doors in the chapel itself because they did not come my way. I heard them moving the boxes about down below. My only chance now was to try to follow them unseen when they left the castle. I went back to the door in Draculas room that led to the chapel. Just before I reached it, a sudden wind blew it shut. Nothing I could do would make it open. I was a prisoner again. As I write, I can hear the workmen closing the boxes. Now they are carrying them outside. Doors are being locked, heavy vehicles are slowly moving away I am alone in the castle with those awful women. But I will not stay .I will take some of the gold with me and try to climb down the walls. I am in Gods hands .Goodbye, Mina! Chapter 6

Letter, Miss Mina Murray to Miss Lucy Westenra Saint Winifreds Ladies College, York 9 may My dearest Lucy, I am sorry I havent written for so long, but I have had so much work to do! A schoolteachers life is very busy. I am looking forward to our holiday together by the sea. I have not heard from Jonathan yet, but his employer, Mr Hawkins, has just had a note from him from Transylvania. Apparently, the business is completed and he will return home in about a week. I hope he will be able to come to Whitby for a few days. It is ten oclock and I have a lesson. Goodbye. With love from, Mina. Letter, Lucy Westenra to Mina Murray Hillingham Wednesday My dearest Mina, Thanks for your letter. There is so much to tell you since I last wrote. I am so happy I dont know where to begin. You will be surprised to hear that three men have asked me to marry them and I am not yet twenty! Isnt it awful? I feel really sorry for two of them. I think I have mentioned their names in my letters to you. In fact, they are all good friends, which makes it worse! The first one was the clever doctor, John Seward. He looked very calm when he arrived. But I could see that he was nervous. He started to tell me how much he loved me. I quickly had to tell him there was someone else. I expect you have guessed that I love Arthur Holmwood, havent you, Mina? But I couldnt mention his name to Dr Seward because Arthur had not yet spoken of his love for me. Then Dr Seward took my hands and wished me happiness. If ever you want a friend, he said, you can depend on me. Oh, Mina, it made me cry! Next came the American, Quincey Morris. Hes a very straight, direct kind of man. He at once asked me to marry him. Then he spoke of his love for me until something in my face stooped him Lucy, youre an honest girl, he said. Is there someone else you love? If there is, Ill never trouble you again. But Ill always be your friend if youll let me. Yes, Mr Morris, I replied, there is someone else. But he hasnt told me yet that he loves m e. Well, hed better speak soon, or hell hear from me, said Mr Morris. He held my hand for a moment and then said goodbye. I cried like a baby. Why did I have to make two good men so unhappy? The third one was Arthur Holmwood. He is tall and good-looking and Oh, Mina, I love him, I love him! I cant really remember what happened. He came into the room then his arms were round me and he was kissing me. When he asked me to marry him, of course I agreed! I m very, very happy. With love from, Lucy Dr Sewards Diary, Purfleet

26 May Since Lucy has refused to marry me, I cannot eat or sleep so I am working hard. I am concentrating my attention on Renfield, a new patient, who is very interesting. He has a deeply troubled mind and could become dangerous. He needs watching. Quincey and I are having dinner with Arthur tonight. We shall drink to the happiest and luckiest man in the world.

Mina Murrays Diary, Whitby 24 July Lucy met me at the station and we drove to the house where she and her mother are staying. This is a lovely town .My favorite place is near a church high above the sea .There are paths among the graves with seats beside them. I shall come and sit here often. 1 August I came up top my seat with Lucy an hour ago. We have been talking to an old man. He has many stories about sailors and the sea. Apparently, our seat is right beside the grave of an unhappy sailor who killed himself. Oh, why did you tell us that, Mr Swales? said Lucy, standing up hurriedly. This is my favorite seat and now I wont want to sit here any more! The old man laughed. He wont hurt you, my pretty one. Ive sat here for twenty years and he hasnt hurt me. After he had left, Lucy and I sat a little longer. She talked about Arthur and their coming marriage .I felt a little sad because I had not heard from Jonathan for a whole month. I hope there is nothing wrong. Dr Sewards Diary, Purfleet 5 June I continue to study Renfield. He has some deep mental problem that I cannot understand yet .But the hard work is good for me .Oh, Lucy, I cannot be angry with you or with my friend, Arthur. You are both so happy!

Mina Murrays Diary, Whitby 26 July I am anxious about Lucy and Jonathan. Yesterday, a letter came from Jonathan. It was just a few lines saying he was about to start for home. But it is not like him to write such a short, unfriendly note! Lucy is worrying me, too. She has just started her old habit of walking in her sleep. Her mother and I have talked about it and we are going to lock the bedroom door very night. Arthur Holmwood is coming here as soon as he can, but his father is not well. I think Lucy will be better when he comes. 6 August No more news of Jonathan since that last letter. I wish I knew where he was. Oh, I do hope he is all right. Lucy has not walked in her in her sleep so much this week, and seems quite well. Last night, the weather was very threatening and the old sailors say that there will be a storm. Everything is grey this afternoon grey sky, grey rocks and grey mist over the sea. Mr Swales is in a strange mood.

Im not afraid of death, he told me. Im nearly a hundred years old so it can be far away. Perhaps the wind over the sea is bringing it to me. He was trembling as he spoke, the poor old man. Theres death in that wind. It s in the air I feel it coming. He was silent for a few minutes. Them he shook hands with me and walked away. Soon after, a coastguard came along and stopped to talk to me. He kept looking at a strange ship out at sea. I think shes Russian, he said, but she doesnt seem to be under control. Well hear more of her before this time tomorrow. Chapter 7 Article cut of the Daily telegraph, 8 August (Entered in Mina Murrays Diary) From our man in Whitby. Whitby has just had one of the severest and most sudden storms on record. A Russian ship ran onto the rocks on the east side of the town, just below the church. I was able to go on board with the coastguard. There we saw the strangest sight- a dead man tied to the ships wheel. There was no one else on board, living or dead. But at the moment the ship touched the rocks, many people saw a large dog running up the hill towards the church. Some notes on the voyage were found in the dead mans pocket. I shall write more about this in tomorrows newspaper.

Whitby 9 August We now have more details on the story of the Russian ship. She was carrying very little cargo, only a number of large wooden boxes addressed to Mr. S F Billington, Whitby. He has now taken charge of them. The large dog that was seen yesterday seems to have disappeared completely. The notes found in the dead mans pocket show that he was the ships captain. The poor man obviously went mad during the voyage. I will give the main points of the story that he told in his notes. At the end of the first week at sea, strange things started to happen. Something was troubling the sailors, and a man unknown to anyone on board kept appearing and disappearing. When the ship was searched, nothing was found. Then, one by one, the sailors died or disappeared, usually when they were alone at night. Finally, only the captain and first officer were left alive. By that time, the first officer was almost mad with terror. He spoke of seeing a tall, thin man with a very pale face. Then he threw himself into the sea, leaving the captain alone. The captain would not abandon his ship. He tied himself to the wheel with a crucifix round his neck and tried to sail towards the coast. Of course, it will never be known who the murderer was .All the people here consider the captain a hero. Mina Murrays Diary, Whitby 10 August Lucy and I went up to our seat early and watched the funeral of the dead sea captain. His grave is quite near. Poor Lucy was very upset. There is another reason, too. We heard that old Mr Swales was found dead on our seat this morning .His neck was broken and there was a look of horror on his face.

While we were sitting there, one of Mr Swaless friends came up with his dog .Usually, the animal loves to see us and lies on the grave beside the seat the seat. Today, he stayed some distance away, barking loudly, with the hair on his back standing straight up. I must have sure Lucy goes to bed early tonight. I hope she does not have bad dreams after such an unhappy day. 11 August, 3 am Lucy was very tired last night and went to sleep early. I was happy because I thought the sleepwalking was over, and I did not lock the bedroom door. But we have just had the most terrible experience I woke up suddenly an hour ago and found Lucys bed empty. The front door of the house was open .Lucy had clearly gone out in her night clothes. I took my coat and ran after her. I looked towards the church. I wondered if Lucy was in our favorite seat. There was a bright full moon, with black clouds moving fast across the sky. For a moment, I could see nothing. Then the moonlight fell on a white figure on the seat. Just before the clouds covered the moon again, I thought I saw a long, dark shape bending over the white figure. I ran towards it in great terror. Lucy! Lucy! I called. The shape heard me and raised its head. I could see a white face and red eyes. Lucy did not answer. When I reached her, there was no sign of any other living thing. 11 August, 12 midday I managed to bring Lucy home safely and she slept quietly for the rest of the night. This morning, she seems better than she has been for weeks-except for one thing. There are two small red points on her neck. I do not know what they are, but they are bleeding a little. Lucy says they do not hurt so I am sure they will soon get better. I have decided not to worry Lucys mother with this adventure. In future, I shall lock the door of our room every night and keep the key with me. 14 August We spent the whole afternoon at our seat, reading and writing. At sunset, while we were walking home for dinner, Lucy said something very odd. His red eyes again! They are just the same. She spoke in a dreamy voice and there was an odd look on her face. She was looking back at our seat. There was a dark figure sitting alone on it. For a moment. I thought I saw eyes red as fire, but it was just the effect of the dying sun. Lucy seemed to wake up, but I said nothing .She may have been thinking of that terrible night and I did not want to remind her of it. After Lucy had gone to bed, I went out into the garden for some air. I saw a movement above me and looked up. Lucky was asleep at the open window of our bedroom. Sitting on the window still was something that looked like a large bird. Afraid Lucy might fall out, I ran inside. When I got there, she was moving back to bed with her hands at her neck. She is asleep now, but looks a lot paler than usual. 17 August There seems to be a shadow over us. Lucys mother has just told me that her heart is very weak. She could die at any time, but does not want Lucy to know. I am glad now that I have not worried her with Lucys problems. I asked Lucy why she was at the window last night, but she just shook her head. She is very weak today and has been crying. The strange marks on her neck have not disappeared yet. In fact, I think they are bigger today. No news from Jonathan. I am so anxious about him.

Letter from transport Company, London, To Mr S F Billington, Whitby 17 August Dear Sir,

We have followed your orders and have delivered fifty wooden boxes to Carfax in Purfleet. The keys to the house are with the boxes. Yours truly, Carter Paterson. Mina Murrays Diary, Whitby 18 August Lucy is better although still very pale. When we were at our seat, she reminded me of that terrible night so I decided to talk to her about it. I didnt dream, she said. It all seemed to be real. I had to come to this place. I dont know why. I remember that all the dogs in the town were barking and there was something long and dark with red eyes She stopped and began to laugh suddenly. I did not like her laugh and at once started to talk about other things. Later At last, news of Jonathan! He is ill in hospital in Budapest. That is why he could not write. Mr Hawkins is arranging for me to go out there and bring him home. Jonathan thinks we should get married at once, in Budapest. There is also a letter from the people at the hospital. They say that Jonathan has had some kind of terrible shock. He shouts in his sleep about ghosts and wolves and blood Apparently, he arrived in Budapest on a train from Klausenburg and remembers nothing before the time. For weeks, he could not speak clearly and there were no papers on him so they could not let us know. But thank God he is safe now.

Dr Sewards Diary, Purfleet 19 August There was a strange and sudden change in Renfield last night. I dont need you, he told me. I dont want to talk to you or your people. He has come. He is very near! At midnight, I was told that Renfield had escaped and entered the grounds of Carfax, the house next to the hospital. We followed and found him close to the door of an old chapel. He was talking to someone. I am here to follow your orders. I have waited a long time for this moment He fought like an animal when we took him away .We have had to chain him to the wall of his room. 20 August Renfields case grows more interesting. For three days, the same thing has happened. He has been violent all day, then quiet from sumset to sunrise. I wish I knew the cause.

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Letter, Mina Harker to Lucy Westenra Budapest 22 August My dearest Lucy, There is so much to tell you! I arrived in Budapest all right and found Jonathan pale, thin and weak. They say he has had a terrible shock which might destroy his mind if he tries to remember it.

While I was tidying his clothes, I found a notebook, which he quickly took from me. Mina, my dear, he said, you know that I was m ad for a short time. The secret of my madness is here, in my diary, but I dont want to know it. He gave the book back to me. Keep the notebook. Read it if you want to, but dont tell me I did not want to read it just then so I put it away safely. Perhaps we can read it together one day, when he is stronger. The next day we were married quietly in the hospital. I feel very, very happy. I will write again soon. With love, Mina. Letter, Lucy Westenra to Mina Harker Whitby 26 August My dear Mina, This letter brings you lots of love and kisses .I hope you will soon be in your own home with your husband. I wish you could come here the sea air would be good for Jonathan. I am much better now and have stooped walking in my sleep. Come back soon. Lucy

Lucy Westenras Diary, Hillingham 28 August We returned home from Whitby yesterday. We did not want to stay any longer without Mina. I am going to follow her example and keep a diary so that we shall have something to talk about when we meet again. I wonder when that will be. I wish she were here. I am full of fear, although I dont know why. I tried to stay awake last night, but I must have fallen asleep because I woke suddenly at twelve. There was this sound of wings beating against the window. I dont remember any more. I feel so weak and ill this morning. But I must try to be cheerful when Arthur comes tomorrow.

Letter, Arthur holmwood to Dr. Seward, Purfleet Hillingham 31 August My dear john, I want you to come and examine Lucy. She is ill and worse and getting worse every day. Come tomorrow if you can. I am afraid I shall not be here myself. I have to go home to Godalming tonight-father is very ill again. Bright to me when you have seen her. Yours, Arthur

Letter, Dr Seward to Arthur Holmwood, Godalming, Surrey Purfleet 2 September My dear Arthur, I have found no signs of any known illness in Lucy. Although she seems rather bloodless, I have tested the quality of her blood and found it normal .But I am not satisfied with her condition. She is having very frightened dreams. I need the help of an expert in illnesses of the mind so I am asking the advice of my old friend and teacher, Dr Van Helsing of Amsterdam. He is a fine man and great scientist, with much experience in the most difficult cases of medical practice. He has agreed to come at once. You always, John Seward.

Letter, Dr Seward to Arthur Holmwood, Godalming Purfleet 3 September My dear Arthur, Van Helsing has come and gone. Mrs Westenra was out for lunch so we were able to see Lucy alone. Van Helsing examined her carefully. He says he must go away and think, but he is clearly worried. He agrees with me that Lucy has lost blood without any cause. And yet there is a cause, he said seriously. There is always a cause for everything. The illness interests me and so does the young woman. Ill come again if you need me. Now you know as much as I do .try not to worry. Yours, John

Dr Sewards Diary, Purfleet 4 September Lucy seemed better today. Renfield is calm at the moment, but he is trying to catch birds to eat alive! I want their life! he said. If I eat living things, Ill live for ever. I tried to make him talk about his recent violent behavior, but he refused.

Telegram, Dr Seward to Van Helsing, Amsterdam 6 September Come at once. Lucy terribly ill. Letter, Dr Seward to Arthur Holmwood, Godalming Hillingham 6 September Dear Arthur,

My news today is not very good. Lucy is ill enough now for Mrs Westenra herself to ask for my help. This makes it easier to bring in Van Helsing. I told her that he was coming to stay with me and that I would put Lucy in his care. Now we can come and go without alarming her mother. Ill write again when necessary. Yours ever, John. Dr Sewards Diary, Hillingham 10 september Van Helsings fisrt question to me was, Have you said anything to her lover? No, I said. I waited until Id seen you. He knows only that you are coming. Good, said Van Helsing, quite right. Better he does not know yet. Perhaps he may never need to know .I have some ideas now but I will tell you later. Why not now? I asked. My friend, John, he said very seriously, there is a right time for everything. For the moment, I want you to write down every detail of this illness even your most improbable guesses. Later it may interest you to see how accurately you have guessed.

Together we went up to Lucys room. She was a terrible sight. Her face was deathly white. Her lips were pale and she was hardly breathing. Van Helsing took one quick look, then opened his black bag. ! I came ready for this, he said. There is no time to lose. She needs blood or she will die. Who will it be-you or me? I am younger and stronger. It must be me, I said, taking off my coat and shir t. At once, Van Helsing began the operation to give Lucy a transfusion of my blood. When it was over, he sent me home to eat, drink and rest. Make yourself strong he said. I will stay here tonight with the little lady. 11 September, Purfleet This afternoon, I went over to Hillingham and found Lucy much better. Soon after I arrived, some white flowers were delivered for Van Helsing. They are for you, Lucy, he said. They are a kind of medicine. Lucy went to smell the flowers, but she suddenly threw them down. You are joking, Dr Van Helsing. They have the most horrible strong smell! Van Helsings face became hard. These are garlic flowers, he said. And I never joke about serious things. I warn you to do exactly what I say. Come, John, help me to put the flowers round the room. His actions were certainly unusual. I had never read about them in any medical book .He closed the windows and rubbed them with the flowers so that the smell would be everywhere .He did the same to the fireplace and to the doorway. Are you trying to keep out an evil spirit? I joked. Perhaps I am, he answered quietly. When Lucy was in bed for the night, Van Helsing joined some flowers together in a chain and put them round her neck. Even if the room is too warm, do not open the door or the window, he warned.

We left the house together and he said, Tonight, we can sleep in peace. Tomorrow, come for me nearly in the morning and we will come to see the pretty young lady.