Jonathan Harker's journal. Kept in shorthand. The 18th of May. I have been down to look at that room again in daylight, for I must know the truth. When I got to the doorway at the top of the stairs, I found it closed. It had been so forcibly driven against the jam that part of the woodwork was splintered. I could see that the bolt of the lock had not been shot, but... The door is fastened from the inside. I fear it was no dream, and must act on this surmise.
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