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Lucy grew pale and weak. Dr. John Seward, a young psychiatrist, called his old teacher, Professor Abraham Van Helsing from Amsterdam. Van Helsing looked at Lucy’s throat and whispered, “This is no ordinary illness. The wounds are like pinpricks. And she is losing blood, but there is no bleeding.” Van Helsing placed garlic flowers around Lucy’s room and wore a crucifix. “These will keep the evil away,” he said. But Lucy’s mother, not understanding, removed the garlic. That night, a bat flew against the window. The next morning, Lucy was deathly pale. Her gums had receded, and her teeth looked longer.
Jonathan also discovered three terrible women in the castle—beautiful, with red lips and sharp teeth. They hissed and reached for him. “Tonight, he is ours!” one whispered. But the Count threw them back, snarling, “This one is mine. Wait. There will be others.” Jonathan realized he was a prisoner. One morning, he saw the Count lying in a wooden box filled with earth. His eyes were open but unseeing, and his fangs rested on his red lips. In terror, Jonathan fled through a window, crawling down the castle wall. He fell into the river below and was found half-dead by a group of nuns. He raved about blood, wolves, and a demon who could turn into mist and bat. Chapter 4: Mina and Lucy Back in England, Jonathan’s fiancée, Mina Murray, waited anxiously for his letters. Her best friend, Lucy Westenra, was a beautiful young woman who had accepted three marriage proposals in one day. But soon, Lucy began to sleepwalk. Mina found her on a cemetery bench one night, with two small red marks on her throat. dracula short story pdf
But Jonathan was a man of business, not of superstition. As night fell, a black coach drawn by four horses arrived. The driver’s face was hidden in shadow. They raced through the Borgo Pass, and wolves howled on every side. At last, the great castle loomed before him—a crumbling fortress of stone and decay. Count Dracula greeted him at the door. He was a tall, pale man dressed in black. His breath smelled of blood, and his hands were cold as ice. “Welcome,” he said in a low, polite voice. “Enter freely and of your own will.” Lucy grew pale and weak
The men fought the gypsies. Jonathan Harker slashed the throats of the horses, stopping the cart. Van Helsing opened the box. The Count’s eyes flew open—red, furious, burning with hatred. But his power was weak in daylight. Van Helsing looked at Lucy’s throat and whispered,