On June 19, 1909, there appeared
in a prominent Vienna paper (the Neues
Wiener Journal) a notice (which I herewith enclose) saying that the castle
of B___ had been burned by the populace, because there was a great mortality
among the peasant children, and it was generally believed that this was due to
the invasion of a vampire, supposed to be the last Count B___, who died and acquired
that reputation.
The castle was situated in a wild
and desolate part of the Carpathian Mountains and was formerly a fortification
against the Turks. It was not inhabited, owing to its being believed to be in the
possession of ghosts, only a wing of it was used as a dwelling for the
caretaker and his wife.
Now it so happened that when I
read the above notice, I was sitting in a coffee-house at Vienna in company
with an old friend of mine who is an experienced occultist and editor of a
well-known journal and who had spent several months in the neighborhood of the
castle.
From him I obtained the following
account, and it appears that the vampire in question was probably not the old
Count, but his beautiful daughter, the Countess Elga, whose photograph, taken
from the original painting, I obtained.
My friend said:
« Two years ago I was living
at Hermannstadt, and being engaged in engineering a road through the hills, I
often came within the vicinity of the old castle, where I made the acquaintance
of the old castellan, or caretaker, and his wife, who occupied a part of the
wing of the house, almost separate from the main body of the building.
They were a quiet old couple and
rather reticent in giving information or expressing an opinion in regard to the
strange noises which were often heard at night in the deserted halls, or of the
apparitions which the Wallachian peasants claimed to have seen when they loitered
in the surroundings after dark.
All I could gather was that the
old Count was a widower and had a beautiful daughter, who was one day killed by
a fall from her horse, and that soon after the old man died in some mysterious
manner, and the bodies were buried in a solitary graveyard belonging to a
neighboring village.
Not long after their death an
unusual mortality was noticed among the inhabitants of the village: several
children and even some grown people died without any apparent illness; they
merely wasted away; and thus a rumor was started that the old Count had become a
vampire after his death.
There is no doubt that he was not
a saint, as he was addicted to drinking, and some shocking tales were in
circulation about his conduct and that of his daughter; but whether or not
there was any truth in them, I am not in a position to say.
Afterwards the property came into
possession of a distant relative of the family, who is a young man and officer
in a cavalry regiment at Vienna. It appears that the heir enjoyed his life at
the capital and did not trouble himself much about the old castle in the
wilderness; he did not even come to look at it, but gave his directions by
letter to the old janitor, telling him merely to keep things in order and to
attend to repairs, if any were necessary. Thus the castellan was actually
master of the house and offered its hospitality to me and my friends.
One evening myself and my two
assistants, Dr. E, a young lawyer, and Mr. W, a literary man, went to inspect
the premises. First we went to the stables. There were no horses, as they had
been sold; but what attracted our special attention was an old queer-fashioned
coach with gilded ornaments and bearing the emblems of the family.
We then inspected the rooms, passing
through some halls and gloomy corridors, such as may be found in any old
castle. There was nothing remarkable about the furniture; but in one of the
halls there hung in a frame an oil-painting, a portrait, representing a lady
with a large hat and wearing a fur coat.
We all were involuntarily
startled on beholding this picture; not so much on account of the beauty of the
lady, but on account of the uncanny expression of her eyes, and Dr. E, after
looking at the picture for a short time, suddenly exclaimed:
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"How strange! The
picture closes its eyes and opens them again, and now it begins to smile!"
Now Dr. E is a very sensitive
person and has more than once had some experience in spiritism, and we made up
our minds to form a circle for the purpose of investigating this phenomenon. Accordingly,
on the same evening we sat around a table in an adjoining room, forming a magnetic
chain with our hands. Soon the table began to move and the name “Elga” was
spelled.
We asked who this Elga was, and
the answer was rapped out:
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"The lady, whose picture
you have seen."
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"Is the lady living?" asked Mr. W.
This question was not answered; but
instead it was rapped out:
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"If Mr. W desires it,
I will appear to him bodily to-night at two o’clock."
Mr. W consented, and now the
table seemed to be endowed with life and manifested a great affection for Mr. W;
it rose on two legs and pressed against his breast, as if it intended to embrace
him.
We inquired of the castellan whom
the picture represented; but to our surprise he did not know. He said that it
was the copy of a picture painted by the celebrated painter Hans Markart of
Vienna, and had been bought by the old Count because its demoniacal look
pleased him so much.
We left the castle, and Mr. W
retired to his room at an inn, a half-hour’s journey distant from that place. He
was of a somewhat sceptical turn of mind, being neither a firm believer in ghosts
and apparitions nor ready to deny their possibility. He was not afraid, but
anxious to see what would come out of his agreement, and for the purpose of
keeping himself awake he sat down and began to write an article for a journal.
Towards two o’clock he heard
steps on the stairs and the door of the hall opened, there was a rustling of a
silk dress and the sound of the feet of a lady walking to and fro in the
corridor.
It may be imagined that he was
somewhat startled; but taking courage, he said to himself:
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"If this is Elga, let
her come in."
Then the door of his room opened
and Elga entered. She was most elegantly dressed and appeared still more
youthful and seductive than the picture. There was a lounge on the other side
of the table where Mr. W was writing, and there she silently posted herself.
She did not speak, but her looks and gestures left no doubt in regard to her
desires and intentions.
Mr. W resisted the temptation and
remained firm. It is not known whether he did so out of principle or timidity
or fear. Be this as it may, he kept on writing, looking from time to time at
his visitor and silently wishing that she would leave. At last, after half an
hour, which seemed to him much longer, the lady departed in the same manner in
which she came.
This adventure left Mr. W no
peace, and we consequently arranged several sittings at the old castle, where a
variety of uncanny phenomena took place. Thus, for instance, once the servant-girl
was about to light a fire in the stove, when the door of the apartment opened
and Elga stood there.
The girl, frightened out of her
wits, rushed out of the room, tumbling down the stairs in terror with the
petroleum lamp in her hand, which broke and came very near to setting her
clothes on fire. Lighted lamps and candles went out when brought near the
picture, and many other “manifestations” took place, which it would be tedious
to describe; but the following incident ought not to be omitted.
Mr. W was at that time desirous
of obtaining the position as co-editor of a certain journal, and a few days
after the above-narrated adventure he received a letter in which a noble lady
of high position offered him her patronage for that purpose. The writer
requested him to come to a certain place the same evening, where he would meet
a gentleman who would give him further particulars.
He went and was met by an unknown
stranger, who told him that he was requested by the Countess Elga to invite Mr.
W to a carriage drive and that she would await him at midnight at a certain
crossing of two roads, not far from the village. The stranger then suddenly
disappeared.
Now it seems that Mr. W had some
misgivings about the meeting and drive and he hired a policeman as detective to
go at midnight to the appointed place, to see what would happen.
The policeman went and reported
next morning that he had seen nothing but the well-known, old-fashioned
carriage from the castle with two black horses attached to it standing there as
if waiting for somebody, and that he had no occasion to interfere and merely
waited until the carriage moved on.
When the castellan of the castle
was asked, he swore that the carriage had not been out that night, and in fact
it could not have been out, as there were no horses to draw it.
But this is not all, for on the
following day I met a friend who is a great sceptic and disbeliever in ghosts
and always used to laugh at such things. Now, however, he seemed to be very serious
and said:
« Last night something very
strange happened to me. At about one
o’clock this morning I returned from a late visit and as I happened to pass the
graveyard of the village, I saw a carriage with gilded ornaments standing at
the entrance. I wondered about this taking place at such an unusual hour, and being
curious to see what would happen, I waited.
Two elegantly dressed ladies
issued from the carriage. One of these was young and pretty, but threw at me a
devilish and scornful look as they both passed by and entered the cemetery. There
they were met by a well-dressed man, who saluted the ladies and spoke to the
younger one, saying:
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"Why, Miss Elga! Are
you returned so soon?"
Such a queer feeling came over me
that I abruptly left and hurried home. »
This matter has not been
explained; but certain experiments which we subsequently made with the picture
of Elga brought out some curious facts.
To look at the picture for a
certain time caused me to feel a very disagreeable sensation in the region of
the solar plexus. I began to dislike the portrait and proposed to destroy it. We
held a sitting in the adjoining room; the table manifested a great aversion
against my presence. It was rapped out that I should leave the circle, and that
the picture must not be destroyed.
I ordered a Bible to be brought in
and read the beginning of the first chapter of St. John, whereupon the
above-mentioned Mr. E (the medium) and another man present claimed that they
saw the picture distorting its face. I turned the frame and pricked the back of
the picture with my penknife in different places, and Mr. E, as well as the
other man, felt all the pricks, although they had retired to the corridor.
I made the sign of the pentagram
over the picture, and again the two gentlemen claimed that the picture was
horribly distorting its face.
Soon afterwards we were called
away and left that country. Of Elga I heard nothing more. »
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Thus far goes the account of my friend the editor. There are several
points in it which call for an explanation. Perhaps the investigators of the Society
for Psychical Research will find it by investigating the laws of nature ruling
the astral plane, unless they prefer to take the easier route, by proclaiming
it all to be humbug and fraud.
(The Occult Review, September
1909, vol. 10, p.144-149)
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