I went down even into the vaults, where the dim light struggled, although to do so was a dread
my very soul. Into two of these I went, but saw nothing except fragments
old coffins and piles of dust. In the third, however, I made a discovery.
There, in one of the great boxes, of which there were fifty in all,
a pile of newly dug earth, lay the Count! He was either dead or asleep. I could not say which, for eyes were open and stony, but without the glassiness of death, and the cheeks had the warmth of life through all their pallor. The lips were as red as ever. But there was no sign
movement, no pulse, no breath, no beating
I bent over him, and tried to find any sign of life, but
vain. He could not have lain there long, for the earthy smell would have passed away
a few hours. By the side of the box was its cover, pierced with holes here and there. I thought he might have the keys
him, but when I went to search I saw the dead eyes, and in them dead though they were, such a look
hate, though unconscious of me or my presence, that I fled
the place, and leaving the Count's room by the window, crawled again up the castle wall. Regaining my room, I threw myself panting upon the bed and tried to think.
An excerpt from "Dracula" by Bram Stoker