
Johnathan Harkers journal, 6th of October
The creature has been pacing outside my quarters for several hours now. With every footstep, a chill runs down my spine. The garlic wreath around my neck should keep me safe for now. But oh the terrors I've seen. The puncture wounds in all the others all make sense now. This thing... It's not after the blood in my neck I fear. It craves ear noms like no other beast or man in this world.
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