Jonathan Harker's journal, kept in shorthand, the 29th of June. Today is the date of my last letter, and the Count has taken steps to prove that it was genuine. For again I saw him leave the castle by the same window and in my clothes. As he went down the wall, lizard fashion, I wished I had a gun or some lethal weapon that I might destroy him.
but I fear that no weapon wrought alone by man's hand would have any effect on him. I dared not wait to see him return, for I feared to see those weird sisters. I came back to the library and read there till I fell asleep. I was awakened by the Count, who looked at me as grimly as a man can look, as he said, Tomorrow, my friend. We must part. You return to your beautiful England. I do some work which may have such an end that we may never meet. Your letter home has been dispatched. Tomorrow?
I shall not be here, but all shall be ready for your journey. In the morning come the Zgani, who have some labors of their own here, and also come some Slovaks. When they have gone, my carriage shall come for you. and shall bear you to the Borgo Pass to meet the diligence from Bucovino to Bistritz. But I am in hopes that I shall see more of you at Castle Dracula. I suspected him, and determined to test his sincerity.
Sincerity. It seems like a profanation of the word to write it in connection with such a monster. So, I asked him point blank. Why may I not go tonight? Because, dear sir, my coachman and horses are away on a mission. But I would walk with pleasure. I want to get away at once. He smiled such a soft, smooth, diabolical smile that I knew there was some trick behind his smoothness. He said, And your baggage?
I do not care about it. I can send for it some other time. The Count stood up and said with a sweet courtesy which made me rub my eyes, it seemed so real. You English have a saying which is close to my heart. For its spirit is that which rules are by ours. Welcome the coming, speed-departing guest. Eh? Come with me, my dear young friend. Not an hour shall you wait in my house against your will, though sad am I at your going, and that you so suddenly desire it. Come.
With a stately gravity, he, with the lamp, preceded me down the stairs and along the hall. Suddenly, he stopped. Hark! Close at hand came the howling of many wolves. It was almost as if the sound sprang up at the rising of his hand, just as the music of a great orchestra seems to leap under the baton of the conductor. After a pause of a moment, he proceeded in his stately way to the door.
drew back the ponderous bolts, unhooked the heavy chains, and began to draw it open. To my intense astonishment, I saw that it was unlocked. Suspiciously, I looked all round. but could see no key of any kind. As the door began to open, the howling of the wolves without grew louder and angrier. Their red jaws with...
Champing teeth and their burnt, clawed feet as they leaped came in through the opening door. I knew then that to struggle at the moment against the Count was useless. With such allies as these at his command, I could do nothing. But still, the door continued slowly to open, and only the Count's body stood in the gap. Suddenly, it struck me that this might be the moment and means of my doom.
I was to be given to the wolves, and at my own instigation, there was a diabolical wickedness in the idea great enough for the Count. And as a last chance, I cried out. Shut the door. I shall wake till morning. And covered my face with my hands to hide my tears of bitter disappointment. With one sweep of his powerful arm. The count threw the door shut, and great bolts clanged and echoed through the hall as they shot back into their places. In silence, we returned to the library.
and after a minute or two I went to my own room. The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me, with a red light of triumph in his eyes. and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of. When I was in my room and about to lie down, I thought I heard a whispering at my door. I went to it softly and listened. Unless my ears deceive me, I heard the voice of the Count. Back, back to your own place. Your time has not yet come. Wait. Have patience. Tonight is mine.
Tomorrow night is yours. There was a low, sweet ripple of laughter, and in a rage, I threw open the door and saw without the three terrible women licking their lips. As I appeared, they all joined in a horrible laugh and ran away. I came back to my room. and threw myself on my knees. Is it then so near the end? Tomorrow. Tomorrow, Lord, help me. And those to whom I am dear.
This episode featured Ben Galpin as Jonathan Harker, Bonnie Calderwood Aspinwall, Caroline Minx, and Maddie Opankaru as Vampiruses, and Kareem Kronfly as Dracula. Directed by Stephen Indrasano. Dialogue editing by Stephen Indrasano. Sound design by Tal Manir. Produced by Ella Watts and Pacific S. Obadiah, with executive producers Stephen Indrasano, Tal Manir, and Hannah Wright. A Bloody FM production.