Memorandum left by Lucy Westenra

           17September,Night. —Iwritethisandleaveittobeseen,sothatnoonemaybyanychancegetintotroublethroughme. Thisisanexactrecordofwhattookplacetonight. IfeelIamdyingofweakness,andhavebarelystrengthtowrite,butitmustbedoneifIdieinthedoing. 

           Iwenttobedasusual,takingcarethattheflowerswereplacedasDr.VanHelsingdirected,andsoonfellasleep. 

           Iwaswakedbytheflappingatthewindow,whichhadbegunafterthatsleep-walkingonthecliffatWhitbywhenMinasavedme,andwhichnowIknowsowell. Iwasnotafraid,butIdidwishthatDr.Sewardwasinthenextroom,asDr.VanHelsingsaidhewouldbe,sothatImighthavecalledhim. Itriedtosleep,butIcouldnot. Thentherecametometheoldfearofsleep,andIdeterminedtokeepawake. PerverselysleepwouldtrytocomethenwhenIdidnotwantit. So,asIfearedtobealone,Iopenedmydoorandcalledout. "Isthereanybodythere?" Therewasnoanswer. Iwasafraidtowakemother,andsoclosedmydooragain. ThenoutsideintheshrubberyIheardasortofhowllikeadog’s,butmorefierceanddeeper. Iwenttothewindowandlookedout,butcouldseenothing,exceptabigbat,whichhadevidentlybeenbuffetingitswingsagainstthewindow. SoIwentbacktobedagain,butdeterminednottogotosleep. Presentlythedooropened,andmotherlookedin. SeeingbymymovingthatIwasnotasleep,shecameinandsatbyme. Shesaidtomeevenmoresweetlyandsoftlythanherwont, 

           "Iwasuneasyaboutyou,darling,andcameintoseethatyouwereallright." 

           Ifearedshemightcatchcoldsittingthere,andaskedhertocomeinandsleepwithme,soshecameintobed,andlaydownbesideme. Shedidnottakeoffherdressinggown,forshesaidshewouldonlystayawhileandthengobacktoherownbed.