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hello hello i hope you've been enjoying

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once again it is quarantine story time

with me natasha negovanlis reading

chapter 14

of joseph's shirt in lafayette news

carmilla novella

gothic novella carmilla that's what i

meant to say

chapter 14 the meeting

my beloved child he resumed was now

growing rapidly worse

the physician who attended her had

failed to produce the slightest

impression on her disease

for such i then suppose it to be

he saw my alarm and suggested a

consultation

i called in an abler physician from

gratz

several days elapsed before he arrived

he was a

good pious as well as a learned man

having seen my poor ward together they

withdrew to my library to confer and

discuss

i from the adjoining room where i waited

their summons

heard these two gentlemen's voices

raised in something sharper than a

strictly philosophical discussion

i knocked at the door and entered i

found the old physician from gratz

maintaining his theory

his rival was combating it with

undisguised ridicule accompanied with

bursts of laughter

this unseemly manifestation subsided and

the altercation ended on my entrance sir

said my first physician my learned

brother seems to think that

you want a conjurer not a doctor

horton b said the old physician from

grass looking displeased

i shall state my own view of the case in

my own way another time

i grieve monsieur the general that by my

skill and science i can be of no use

before i go i shall do myself the honor

to suggest something to you

he seemed thoughtful and sat down at a

table and began to write

profoundly disappointed i made my bow

and as i turned to go the other doctor

pointed over his shoulder to his

companion who was writing

and then with a shrug significantly

touched his forehead

this consultation then left me precisely

where i was

i walked out into the grounds all but

distracted

the doctor from gratz in 10 or 15

minutes overtook me

he apologized for having followed me but

said that he could not

conscientiously take his leave without a

few words more

he told me that he could not be mistaken

no natural disease exhibited the same

symptoms

and that death was already very near

there remained however a day or possibly

two of life

if the fatal seizure were at once

arrested with great care and skill

her strength might possibly return but

all hung now upon the confines of the

irrevocable one more assault might

extinguish the last spark of vitality

which is

every moment ready to die and what is

the nature of the seizure you speak of

iron treated i've stated all fully in

this note which i place in your hands

upon the distinct condition that you

send for the nearest clergyman

and open my letter in his presence and

on no account read it till he is with

you

you would despise it else and it is a

matter of life and death

should the priest fail you then indeed

you may read it

he asked me before taking his leave

finally whether

i would wish to see a man curiously

learned upon the very subject

which after i read his letter would

probably interest me above all

others and he urged me earnestly to

invite him to visit him there

and so took his leave the ecclesiastic

was absent and i

read the letter by myself at another

time

or in another case it might have excited

my ridicule

but into what quackeries will not people

rush for a last chance

where all the custom means have failed

and the life of a beloved

object is at stake nothing you will say

could be more absurd than the learned

man's letter

it was monstrous enough to have

consigned him to a

madhouse he said that the patient was

suffering from

visits of a vampire the punctures which

she described as having occurred near

the throat were

he insisted the insertion of those two

long thin and sharp teeth which

it is well known are peculiar to

vampires

and there could be no doubt he added as

to the well-defined presence of the

small

livid mark which all concurred in

describing as that induced by the

demon's lips

and every symptom described by the

sufferer was

in exact conformity with those recorded

in every case of a similar

visitation being myself wholly skeptical

as to the existence of

any such portsmouth as the vampire

the supernatural theory of the good

doctor

furnished in my opinion but another

instance of

learning and intelligence oddly

associated with someone hallucination

i was so miserable however that rather

than try nothing

i acted upon the instructions of the

letter i concealed myself in the dark

dressing room that opened upon the poor

patient's room in which a candle was

burning

and watched there till she was fast

asleep

i stood at the door peeping through the

small crevice

my sword laid on the table beside me as

my directions prescribed until a little

after one

i saw a large black object very

ill-defined crawl as it seemed to me

over the foot of the bed and sweetly

spread itself

up to the poor girl's throat where it

swelled in a moment

into a great palpitating mass

for a few moments i had stood petrified

i now sprang forward with my

sword in hand the black creature

suddenly contracted towards the foot of

the bed glided over it

and standing on the floor about a yard

below the foot of the bed with a glare

of skulking ferocity

and horror fixed on me i saw milarka

speculating i know not what i struck at

her instantly with my sword

but i saw her standing near the door

unscathed

horrified i pursued and struck again she

was gone

and my sword flew to shivers against the

door

i can't describe to you all that passed

on that horrible night

the whole house was up and stirring the

specter malarka was gone but our victim

was sinking fast and before the morning

dawned

she died the old general was agitated

we did not speak to him my father walked

to

some little distance and began reading

the inscriptions on the tombstones and

thus occupied

he strolled into the door of a side

chapel to prosecute his researches

the general leaned against the wall

dried his eyes inside heavily

i was relieved on hearing the voices of

carmilla and madame who were at that

moment approaching

the voices died away in this solitude

having just listened to

so strange a story connected as it was

with the great entitled dead

whose monuments were mouldering among

the dust and

ivy round us and every incident of which

bore

so awfully upon my own mysterious case

in this haunted spot darkened by the

towering foliage that rose on every side

dense and high above its noiseless walls

a horror began to steal over me and my

heart sank

as i thought that my friends were after

all not about to enter and disturb this

tristan ominous scene

the old general's eyes were fixed on the

ground as he leaned with his hand upon

the basement

of a shattered monument under a narrow

arched doorway

surmounted by one of those demoniacle

in which the cynical and ghastly fancy

of old gothic

carvings delights i saw very gladly the

beautiful face and figure of carmilla

enter the shadowy chapel

i was just about to rise and speak and

nodded smiling

in answer to her peculiarly engaging

smile

when with the cry the old man by my side

caught up the woodman's hatchet

and started forward on seeing him

a brutalized change came over her

features

it was an instantaneous and horrible

transformation

as she made a crouching step backwards

before i could utter a scream

he struck at her with all his force but

she dived under his blow

and unscathed caught him in her tiny

grasp by the wrist

he struggled for a moment to release his

arm but his hand

opened the axe fell to the ground and

the girl was gone

he staggered against the wall his gray

hair stood upon his head

and a moisture shone over his face as if

he were

at the point of death the frightful

scene had passed in a moment

the first thing i recollect after is

madame standing before me

and impatiently repeating again and

again the question

where is i

answered at length i don't know

i can't tell she was there and i pointed

to the door

through which madame just entered only a

minute or two since

but i have been standing there in the

passage ever since mademoiselle camilla

entered

and she did not split in she then began

to call

carmilla through every door in passage

and from the windows but no answer came

she called herself carmilla as the

general still agitated

carmilla yes i answered i

he said that is

malacca that is the same person who long

ago was called

mercalla countess depart from this

across the ground my poor child as

quickly as you can

drive to the clergyman's house and stay

there till we come

begone may you never behold carmilla

more

you will not find her here

very dramatic stay tuned

for the last two chapters of carmilla

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