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Dracula's Guest was excised from the original Dracula manuscript by its publisher because of the length of the original book. It was published as a short story in. Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg. Dracula's Guest. NOTE: DRACULA'S GUEST was excised from the original DRACULA. MSS by his publisher because of the length of the orig− inal book MSS.

Dracula's Guest and Other Weird Stories is a collection of short stories by Bram Stoker , first published in , two years after Stoker's death. The same collection has been issued under short titles including simply Dracula's Guest. Meanwhile, collections published under Dracula's Guest and longer titles contain different selections of stories. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. LC Online Catalog.

It looked so inviting that, even at the risk of offending him, I called Johann to stop—and when he had pulled up, I told him I would like to drive down that road. He made all sorts of excuses, and frequently crossed himself as he spoke. This somewhat piqued my curiosity, so I asked him various questions. He answered fencingly, and repeatedly looked at his watch in protest.

Finally I said: 'Well, Johann, I want to go down this road. I shall not ask you to come unless you like; but tell me why you do not like to go, that is all I ask.

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Then he stretched out his hands appealingly to me, and implored me not to go. There was just enough of English mixed with the German for me to understand the drift of his talk. He seemed always just about to tell me something—the very idea of which evidently frightened him; but each time he pulled himself up, saying, as he crossed himself: 'Walpurgis-Nacht! The advantage certainly rested with him, for although he began to speak in English, of a very crude and broken kind, he always got excited and broke into his native tongue—and every time he did so, he looked at his watch.

Then the horses became restless and sniffed the air. At this he grew very pale, and, looking around in a frightened way, he suddenly jumped forward, took them by the bridles and led them on some twenty feet.

I followed, and asked why he had done this. For answer he crossed himself, pointed to the spot we had left and drew his carriage in the direction of the other road, indicating a cross, and said, first in German, then in English: 'Buried him—him what killed themselves. I see, a suicide. How interesting! Whilst we were talking, we heard a sort of sound between a yelp and a bark.

I leaned on my stick and looked after him. Johann—you are afraid. He went slowly along the road 5. Go home. Johann turned his horses towards Munich. All my English blood rose at this. With a despairing gesture. It began to be a little tedious. I shall return alone. In his anxiety he had forgotten that his only means of making me understand was to talk my language. As he proceeded with his narration.

No one lives there hundreds of years. After giving the direction. Roughly I gathered that long ago. And so. His English was quite gone now. Johann—Walpurgis nacht doesn't concern Englishmen.

It seemed as if his imagination had got hold of him. I took from the seat my oak walking stick—which I always carry on my holiday excursions—and closed the door. I was a little chilly. But I did not notice this particularly till. I took little heed of time. I sat down to rest myself and began to look around.

When he drew near the horses. I followed with my eye the winding of the road and saw that it curved close to one of the densest of these clumps and was lost behind it.

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I had said I would see the deserted village. It struck me that it was considerably colder than it had been at the commencement of my walk—a sort of sighing sound seemed to be around me with. So far as the place was concerned. With a light heart I turned down the side road through the deepening valley to which Johann had objected. There were no striking objects that the eye might single out.

They were accompanied by a sort of far away rushing sound. For a while I hesitated. Their sides were covered with trees which spread down to the plain.

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There were signs of a coming storm in some lofty stratum of the air. Looking upwards I noticed that great thick clouds were drafting rapidly across the sky from north to south at a great height. I could see so much in the distance. I watched them out of sight. There was not the slightest reason. The air was cold. I resumed my journey. I came upon a scattered fringe of wood. Johann could not hold them in.

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The ground I passed over was now much more picturesque. Now and again. The snow was now falling so thickly and whirling around me in such rapid eddies that I could hardly keep my eyes open.

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Just as I caught sight of this. As I looked there came a cold shiver in the air. I was soon amongst the shelter of the trees. The wind must have grown colder. I thought of the miles and miles of bleak country I had passed. I found that a low wall encircled it. The storm had passed. I stopped. Then the wind grew stronger and blew with ever increasing force. Darker and darker grew the sky. It appeared to me that. The air became icy-cold. The road was here but crude. By-and-by the storm seemed to be passing away.

Every now and then the heavens were torn asunder by vivid lightning. Presently the blackness of the storm had become merged in the darkness of the night. But this was only momentarily. I walked out from the shelter and began to investigate more closely.

As I skirted the edge of the copse. Here the cypresses formed an alley leading up to a square mass of some kind of building. As the snow had ceased to fall. At such moments the weird sound of the wolf appeared to be echoed by many similar sounds around me.

I could find some sort of shelter for a while. This was Walpurgis Night! Walpurgis Night was when. I walked around it and read. When all evil things of earth and air and water held revel. This was where the suicide lay. Here a thought struck me. With the moonlight there came a fierce sigh of the storm which appeared to resume its course with a long. I approached the sepulchre to see what it was and why such a thing stood alone in such a place.

Then while the flood of moonlight still fell on the marble tomb. I began to wish. The ground shook as though thousands of horses thundered across it. This very place the driver had specially shunned. Impelled by some sort of fascination. On going to the back I saw. I was awed and shocked. This was the depopulated village of centuries ago. And now a perfect tornado burst upon me.

It took all my philosophy. This period of semilethargy seemed to remain a long time. The dead woman rose for a moment of agony while she was lapped in the flame. As I leaned against the door. In the instant. I gained a certain amount of protection from the beating of the hailstones.

At the first I had rushed to the nearest tree. I saw. The shelter of even a tomb was welcome in that pitiless tempest and I was about to enter it when there came a flash of forked lightning that lit up the whole expanse of the heavens.

I looked towards the tomb. For a time I remembered nothing. There was an icy feeling at the back of my neck and all down my spine. The last sight that I remembered was a vague. As the thunder broke overhead. Then came a sort of loathing. My feet seemed positively racked with pain. It was as a nightmare—a physical nightmare. Just then there came another blinding flash which seemed to strike the iron stake that surmounted the tomb and to pour through to the earth.

I found the hailstones beating me down. Gradually there came a sort of vague beginning of consciousness. I was grasped as by the hand of a giant and hurled out into the storm.

At the same time I had a strange. They seemed to be numbed. The last thing I heard was this mingling of dreadful sound. The whole thing was so sudden that. I felt a warm rasping at my throat. Through my eyelashes I saw above me the two great flaming eyes of a gigantic wolf. Another sighted the animal as it slunk away. Lights and shadows were moving among the trees. He had evidently taken my body for that of the wolf. The wolf still continued to yelp in a strange way.

I heard a "Holloa! As they drew nearer I tried to move but was powerless. I feared to make either sound or motion. Two or three of the soldiers jumped from their horses and knelt beside me. Its sharp white teeth gleamed in the gaping red mouth.

Some great animal was lying on me and now licking my throat.

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I feared to stir. For another spell of time I remembered no more. Cautiously I raised my head and looked in the direction whence the sound came. Nearer came the red glow over the white pall which stretched into the darkness around me. I saw one of the horsemen soldiers by their caps and their long military cloaks raise his carbine and take aim. A companion knocked up his arm. The wolf rose from my breast and made for the cemetery. One of them raised my head and placed his hand over my heart.

Then I became conscious of a low growl. Then all at once from beyond the trees there came at a trot a troop of horsemen bearing torches.

Then seemingly very far away.