Count Dracula jumped up, and said, "Oh! It is the morning again! I have been very careless to let you stay up so long. You must try to be less interesting when you talk about my dear new country of England. Then I will remember how quickly the time passes." He gave me a polite bow, and quickly left the room.

I went into my bedroom and opened the curtains, but there was not much to see. My window looked out over the courtyard, and all I could see was the warm grey of the early morning sky. So I closed the curtains again, and wrote down what has happened in the last twenty-four hours.

8 May. When I started writing in this book I was worried that that I was talking about too many things. But now I am glad that I wrote so much at the beginning, because there is something very strange about this place and everything in it. I cannot stop myself feeling rather worried and scared. I wish I was safely away from here, or that I had never come. Perhaps sleeping in the day and being awake at night is making me imagine things. But I wish it was my imagination! If there was any one to talk to, things would be better, but there is no one. I have only the Count to speak with, and - I think I myself am the only thing that is really alive in this place. Let me try to explain the facts. I will tell them as simply as I can. It will help me, and stop my imagination from taking control. If it does I am finished. I will start by saying what is happening, or at least, what I think is happening.