[Literature] We're making a goddamn Dracula Daily thread.

[wingedcatgirl]

Would've been funnier if I hadn't immediately missed the next few days, but this is what happens when the ADHD meds aren't working out, I think. Anyway August 11, 12, 13, 14.

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Oh noooo Lucy is sleepwalking and breathing raggedly, it's the dracula at work probably

I daubed my feet with mud, using each foot in turn on the other, so that as we went home, no one, in case we should meet any one, should notice my bare feet.

Odd!

I was sorry to notice that my clumsiness with the safety-pin hurt her. Indeed, it might have been serious, for the skin of her throat was pierced. I must have pinched up a piece of loose skin and have transfixed it, for there are two little red points like pin-pricks, and on the band of her nightdress was a drop of blood.

I don't think that was the safety pin.......

I shall lock the door and secure the key the same as before, though I do not expect any trouble to-night.

Oh, yeah, no chance of any future trouble -

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My expectations were wrong, for twice during the night I was wakened by Lucy trying to get out. She seemed, even in her sleep, to be a little impatient at finding the door shut, and went back to bed under a sort of protest.

Oh no, our expectations!

All her old gaiety of manner seemed to have come back, and she came and snuggled in beside me and told me all about Arthur.

i ship it

I write by desire of Mr. Jonathan Harker, who is himself not strong enough to write, though progressing well, thanks to God and St. Joseph and Ste. Mary.

Oh no! Our good friend is in bad shape!

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Between me and the moonlight flitted a great bat, coming and going in great whirling circles. Once or twice it came quite close, but was, I suppose, frightened at seeing me, and flitted away across the harbour towards the abbey.

Very normal bat, I'm sure.

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"His red eyes again! They are just the same." It was such an odd expression, coming apropos of nothing, that it quite startled me.

Which surely means nothing.

There distinctly was Lucy with her head lying up against the side of the window-sill and her eyes shut. She was fast asleep, and by her, seated on the window-sill, was something that looked like a good-sized bird.

Whoa! A bird! Definitely an avian and not a mammal.

she was holding her hand to her throat, as though to protect it from cold.

Which surely means nothing.