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We read of my kind strange unrest within my blood for Behrend Earth in my brains. Familiar objects and faces had grown distasteful to me. I wanted to be alone. This is the mood which comes upon every sensitive and artistic mind when the possessor has been overworked or living too long in one room. It is Nature's hint for him to eat new pastures the size that a retreat has become beautiful. But he does not you he breaks down and becomes Whimsical I Ponder call as well as hypercritical. It is always a bad sign when a man becomes over critical. And censorious about his own other people's work. Let me be losing the vital force them to park freshness and enthusiasm. Before I arrived at the Dismal stage of criticism. I hastily packed up my knapsack and taking the train to Westmoreland. I began my Tramp in search of solitude bracing air and romantic surroundings. Many places I Came Upon during that early summer appeared to have almost the required conditions yet. Some petty drawback prevented me from deciding. Sometimes it was the scenery, but I did not take kindly to. Other places I became suddenly critical of the landlady or landlord. And I built I would have heard them before week was spent under their charge. Other places which might have suited me I could not have as they did not want the launcher fate was driving me to this Cottage on the Moor and no one can resist destiny. One day I found myself in a wide and pathless more clear to see I slept the night before and a small Hamlet, but that was already 8 miles in my lair. And he says I had turned my back upon it. I had not see any signs of humanity. I was alone with Fair skies above me the ball me whose own ill wind rolling over the Stony and ever glad mounds and nothing to disturb my meditations. I had provision of being young do not fear a Night Under the Stars. I was inhaling the delicious summer air and once more getting back the Vigor and happiness I had lost. It's my city dried brains were again. becoming juicy See, thus our after hours would passed me with the paces until I had covered about 15 miles since morning. All of a sudden they saw before me in the distance the solitary Stone built cottage for the roughly slated roof. I'll Camp here if possible. I said to myself and I could get my steps towards it. To one in search of a quiet free life. Nothing could have possibly been more suitable than this Cottage it stood on the edge of a lofty Cliff with its front door facing the more the backyard wall overlooking the ocean. Sound of dancing waves struck upon my ears like a lullaby. I drew closer how they would Thunder when you Autumn Gales came off in the sea birds fled shrieking to Shelter From. The said yes. The small garden spread in front surrounded by a dry stone wall just high enough for one to lean lazily. In this Garden was the flame of color Scarlet predominating with those other soft Shades that cultivated poppies take on in the blooming. This was all the garden grew. As I approached taking notice of this singular assortment of puppies and the only cleanliness of the windows. Front door open and a woman appeared impressed me at once favorably as she leisurely came along the bathroom to the gate and she Drew back as if to welcome me. She was a middle-aged and when young must have been remarkably good looking. She was tall and still shapely with smooth clear skin regular features the calm expression that it once gave me a sensation of rest. and peace to my inquiries. She said that she could give me both a sitting and bedroom and invited me inside to see them but I love to her smooth black hair and cool brown eyes. I felt that I would not be too particular about this accommodation with such a landlady. I was sure to find what I was after here. The room surpassed my expectations dainty white curtains bedding with perfume of lavender about them. A sitting room only yet cozy without being crowded with a sigh of infinite relief. I flung down my knapsack. clinched the bargain she was a widow with one daughter whom I did not see the first day as she was unwell and confined to her own room. But on the next day she was somewhat better and then we met. The fair was simple. It had sued me exactly where the time delicious milk and butter with homemade scones fresh eggs, and bacon after a hearty T. I went to bed in the condition of perfect content with my quarters. Get happy and tired. I was I was I had by no means a comfortable night. I put down to the strange bed. I slept certainly my sleep was filled with dreams so that I woke late and unrefreshed. The good walk on the Moor however restored me when I returned from the fine appetite for breakfast. Certain conditions of the mind with aggravating circumstances are required before even a young man can fall in love at first sight as we learned from Shakespeare in his Romeo and Juliet. In the city where many Fair bases past the every hour I had remained with a stoic. It knows smeared by into the cottage after that morning walk that I succumbed instantly to the weird charms of my landlady's daughter Adrian Brunel. She was somewhat better this morning and able to meet me at breakfast. We had our meals together. Well, I was there lodger. Adrian was not beautiful in the strictly classical sense. Her complexion was to lividly wife and our expression to set and quite Pleasant at First Sight yet. That's her mother had informed me. She had been ill for some time which accounted for that defect her features were not regular. Her hair and eyes seem to lack her skin to strange light her lips. Bar to read for any except a decadent harmonies of an ombre Beardsley. It my fantastic dreams of the preceding night with my morning walk and prepared me to be enthralled by this modern poster like England. The loneliness of the more with the singing of the ocean at gripped my heart the wistful longing. The incongruity of these wanting and evanescent poppy flowers dashing the guinea Tins in the face of the sobering touched me with the Shimmer as I approached the cottage and lastly that weird embodiment of startling contrast completed by subjugation. She Rose from her chair as her mother introduced her and smiled while she held out her hand. I class that fob Snowflake. And as I did so I thanked through tingle for me arrested when my heart. for a moment my heart stopped beating this contact seemed also to infected her as it did me Clear Flush like a white flame light it up her face. Began to Glow as if an alabaster lamps had been lit your black eyes became softer more humid or glances crossed multiple times. her Scarlet lips grew moist she was a living woman now while the floor she had seemed have a corpse. Is she permitted me her white slender hand to remain in my longer than most people do. Then she slowly withdrew it still regarding me with steadfast eyes for a second afterwards. fathomless velvety eyes these were It before they were shipped in her mind the appeared to have absorbed with my willpower and made me her abject slave your eyes looked like a deep dark pools of clear water. If they filled me with fire, and they deprived me of strength. I think into my chair almost languidly as I had risen for my bed that morning. And I made a good breakfast and although she hardly tasted anything this strange girl Rose much refreshed. It was a slight glow of color proved her so greatly that she appeared younger almost beautiful. I have come here seeking solitude. But since I had seen Adrienne it seemed as if I had come here for her and her alone. She was not very Lively indeed thinking back. I cannot recall any spontaneous remark of hers. She answered my questions by monosyllables and left me to lead in words. Yet she was insinuating and appeared to leave my thoughts in her Direction and she seemed to speak to me with her guys. I cannot describe her manually. I only know that from the first glance and touched she gave me I was Bewitched. And I can think of nothing else. It was a rapid distracting and devouring infatuation that possessed me all day long. I followed her about like a dog every night. I dreamed that white glowing face those steadfast black eyes was moist Scarlet lips and each morning I Rose more language when I had the day before. Sometimes I dreamt that she was kissing me with her red lips. And I shivered the contact for silky black dresses that they covered my throat. Sometimes I dream we were floating in the air her arms about me. Her long hair enveloping us both like an Inky Cloud mobile a to buy the helpless. She went with me after breakfast on that first day to the more and before we came back, I had spoken my love and received her Ascend. I held her in my arms and I'm taking her kisses and answer to my your did. I think it's strange that all this happened so quickly. She was mine. We're rather. I was hers without a pause. I told her it was fate, but it sent me to her. I had no doubts about my love. And she replied. But I had restored her to life. I didn't bond Adrian's advice and also from natural shyness. I did not inform her mother how quickly matters had progressed. Just yet, although we both acted circumspectly as possible. I had no doubt. Mrs. Bernal could see how engrossed we were in each other. I'm not unlike ostriches and their modes of concealment. I was not afraid of asking mrs. Fernell for her daughter. She already showed her partiality towards me and she had bestowed upon me some confidence has regarding your own position in life. Therefore I knew that so far as social position was concerned there could be no real objection to our marriage. They lived in this lonely spot for the sake of their health and they kept no servant because they could not get any to take service so far away from Humanity my coming have been opportunity and comment mother and daughter for the sake of decorum. However, I resolved to delay my confession for a week and you trust to some favorable opportunity of doing it discreetly. In time Adrienne and I passed our time in the thoroughly idle and Lotus eating style every night. I retired to bed with light meditation, but every morning I Rose language and from those disturbing dreams. With no thought for anything outside my love. She grew stronger every day. Well, I appear to be taking her place as the invalid and I was more frantically in love with her and never and Only Happy When with her she was my Lonestar my joy my life. We did not go great distances for I liked best in lie on the dry heat and then watch her glowing face for intense eyes, and I would listen to the searching of the distant waves. It was love maybe lady. I must my hands only Long's phone beside him. He's up to copy the domestic cat. Back and bask in the sunshine. I have been Enchanted quickly. But my disenchantment came is rapidly. Although it was long before the poison left my blood one night about a week after coming to the cottage had returned after a delicious Moonlight walk with Adrian and night was warm the moon at the fool and I had left my bedroom window open to let him little are there was I was more than usually tired with the strength enough to remove my boots and coat before I flung myself nearly on the coverlet. I had fallen almost instantly asleep without tasting The nightcap draft that was constantly placed on my table, which I had always drank thirstily. I had a ghastly dream that night. I thought I saw a monster back with the face and trusses of Adrienne would open window and fastened. It's white teeth and Scarlet lips the light arm. I tried to beat the horror away, but could not. I seem to chained down and thrall also The Drowsy Delight as the Beast sucked my blood with gruesome rapture. I looked out dreamily. It's all a line of dead bodies of young men lying on the floor each with a red mark on their arms on the same part where the vampire was then sucking mean. I remembered having seen in Wonderland such a mark on my own arm for this past full site. The Flash I understood the reason for my strange weakness and at the same moment the sudden growth of pain loves me am I dreaming pleasure? In her eagerness the vampire and bitten a little too deeply that night unaware that I had not tasted the drug draft. As I woke, I saw her fully revealed by the Midnight Moon her black Tresses flowing Loosely. Her red lips glued to my arm. If I shrink of a whore - true backward getting one last glimpse of Her Savage eyes were glowing white face, her blood stained red lips. I rushed out into the night Dawn by my fear and hatred and I did not pause in my mad flights until I had loved miles to remove that accursed Cottage. on the Moor the end Happy Valentine's Day my darling sweet creepy dream. Good night.
This audio is part of the #WeeklyASMR group that myself and many other amazing ASMRtists have created where we challenge ourselves to bring you a new video every week with a fun theme. This week's theme is Valentine's Day - and you can find all of the other ASMRtists at this playlist on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLC3O-vwtak0dW_1S7aM3h_nnSzwrY00Kj  For our Valentine’s Special, I thought it might be fun to read something a little darker. The Vampire Maid, by Hume Nisbet (1900) is a short story which tells the tale of a man seeking solitude in the moors. He comes across a cottage that is perfect and immediately falls in love with the landlady’s daughter, Adrienne. This I put down to the strange bed. I slept certainly, but my sleep was filled with dreams so that I woke late and unrefreshed; a good walk on the moor, however, restored me, and I returned with a fine appetite for breakfast. Certain conditions of mind, with aggravating circumstances, are required before even a young man can fall in love at first sight, as Shakespeare has shown in his Romeo and Juliet. In the city, where many fair faces passed me every hour, I had remained like a stoic, yet no sooner did I enter the cottage after that morning walk than I succumbed instantly before the weird charms of my landlady's daughter, Adrienne Brunnell. #valentinestory #vampirestory #happyvalentine #valentinehorror #softspokenasmr  ---   This episode is sponsored by  · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. 