Then the body must be decapitated and the remains burned to cinder. The stake must be driven through the creature's heart. Arm yourself with holy water, a blessed crucifix, a heavy mallet and a stake carved of ashen wood. The creature's powers will be diminished during the daylight hours. You must first find his resting place, a coffin surrounded by his native soil. Heed my instructions closely for your mission is dire and it is no simple task to slay this creature of darkness. Prowl the night in search of prey- Letter from Doctor Abraham Van Helsing Wolves howl and wail 'neath moonlit skies, As I crept through the halls, an old Romany crone grabbed me by the wrist and, in a harsh whisper, the hag croaked an ominous warning.įrom dusk till dawn, beware night's call, While most of them fear Dracula and shun his accursed castle domain, some are in leauge with the fiend. But, alas, the gypsies are of no help and cannot be trusted. Through my window, I watched as a gypsy caravan made it's way to the castle. Their voices are like dark angels, beckoning me to the cold, dank crypt, yet I dare not succumb to their siren's call for fear of losing my immortal soul. I hear their songs and whispers at night coming from the graveyard and the catacombs below. I am a prisoner here in this God-forsaken castle, kept against my will by forces that compell me towards darkness. "Listen to them-the children of the night. Dracula, who was at first held rapt by their call, turned from the window and said. One evening, wolves began to bay from somewhere in the distant forest. His ancient castle is magnificent, although dank, gloomy and strewn with cobwebs, and I always have the strange sensation that I am being watched, even when I am alone. My host has been gracious and charming, yet I feel uneasy when he is near. I have met Count Dracula, and though he has welcomed me into his castle domain, I feel a sensation of menace within its confines. We are the guardians at the gateway of shadows. And those who heed their call are forever lost in the night.Īs I approached Castle Dracula, I heard a growling voice that seemed to come from the nightmarish gargoyles that roosted upon the tower above. Whispers echo from the crypt, beckoning with the promise of dark desire. The restless dead stir in their ancient tombs and creatures, born of shadow, rise to quench their savage hungers. From the Journal of Jonathan Harkerĭarkness descends upon the land to wrap the world in night's black embrace. In the blackest heart of Romania, deep in the Carpathian Mountains, there looms a place where shadows dwell, and no living soul dares to venture out beyond dusk for fear of what lurks in the darkness.
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