VAMPIRE STORIES NARRATED BY FRANZ HARTMANN

 

Among the numerous articles that the esotericist Franz Hartmann wrote, he related three stories of vampirism that came to his knowledge, and which I transcribe below:

 

 

 

FIRST STORY

 

In the night of December 31st, 1888, Mr. and Mrs. Rose (the names in this story are pseudonyms, but the facts are true) went to bed as poor people and on the morning of January 1st, 1889, they woke up, finding themselves rich.

 

An uncle to whom they owed their poverty because he kept them from coming into the legal possession of their rightful property, had died during that night. There are some occurrences of an occult character, connected with this event, which will be interesting to those who wish to find practical proofs and demonstrations in their investigations of the “night-side of nature.”

 

Mr. Rose is a young, but very clever, professional man in this city, who being at the beginning of his career has, therefore, only an exceedingly limited number of clients. His young wife is one of the most amiable ladies whom it has been my good fortune to meet; a spiritually minded woman and more of a poetess than an economist. She had been brought up under the most affluent circumstances, her father being very rich, and she was the only and therefore the pet child in her luxurious home.

 

It would be too complicated a task to tell how it happened that the property which she inherited fell first into the hands of her uncle, a spiteful and avaricious man. Sufficient to say that this man, whom we will call Helleborus, had by his intrigues and law suits managed to keep Mrs. Rose’s property in his hands; giving her and her husband no support whatever. More than once they were forced to borrow money from their friends, in order to keep themselves from starvation.

 

As “Uncle Helleborus” was in the last stage of consumption their only hope was that his death would soon put an end to his law-suits, and bring them into possession of what rightfully belonged to them.

 

Uncle Helleborus, however, did not seem inclined to die. Year after year he kept on coughing and expectorating; but with all that he outlived many who had predicted his death. After making to Mr. and Mrs. Rose a proposal of a settlement, which would have left him in possession of nearly all the property and given to them only a pittance, he went to Meran, last autumn, to avoid the cold climate of Vienna.

 

Under their embarrassing circumstances, they were much inclined to accept the settlement; but they concluded to first consult about it a friend, an eminent lawyer; and this gentleman (whom we will call Mr. Tulip as everybody in Vienna knows his real name) advised them to the contrary. This enraged Helleborus against Tulip; and, starting into a blind rage, he swore that if he found an opportunity for killing Tulip, he would surely do so.

 

Mr. Tulip was an extraordinarily strong, well-built and healthy man; but at the beginning of December last, soon after Mr. Helleborus’ departure for Meran, he suddenly failed in health. The doctors could not locate his disease, and he grew rapidly thinner and weaker, complaining of nothing but extreme lassitude, and feeling like a person who was daily bled. Finally, on the 20th day of December last, all Vienna was surprised to hear that Mr. Tulip had died.

 

Post-mortem examination showing all the organs in a perfectly normal condition, the doctors found nothing better but to register death from Marasmus (emaciation), as the cause of this extraordinary event.

 

Strange to say, during the last days of his disease (if it can be so called), when his mind became flighty, he often imagined that a stranger was troubling him, and the description which he gave of that invisible personage fitted Mr. Helleborus with perfect accuracy.

 

During Mr. Tulip’s sickness, news came from Meran that Mr. Helleborus was rapidly gaining strength and recovering from his illness in a most miraculous manner; but there were some people who expressed grave doubts as to whether this seeming recovery would be lasting.

 

On the day of Mr. Tulip’s funeral, a prominent Fellow of the Theosophical Society, now in Austria, remarked to Mrs. Rose:

 

 

   -  “You will see that now that Mr. Tulip is dead, his vampire will die too.”

 

On January 1st, 1889, Mr. Rose dreamed that he saw Uncle Helleborus looking perfectly healthy. He expressed his surprise about it, when a voice, as if coming from a long distance, said:

 

 

   -   “Uncle Helleborus is dead!”

 

The voice sounded a second time, and this once far more powerfully, repeating the same sentence; and this time Mr. Rose awoke, with the sound of that voice still ringing in his ears, and communicated to his wife the happy news that “Uncle Helleborus was dead.”

 

Two hours afterwards a telegram came from Meran, announcing the demise of “Uncle Helleborus” which had occurred on that very night, and calling upon Mr. Rose to come and attend to the funeral. It was found that Mr. Helleborus had begun to grow rapidly worse from the day when Mr. Tulip died.

 

The only rational explanation of such cases, I have found in Paracelsus. Perhaps the editor of the Lucifer revue can throw some additional light on the subject.

(Lucifer Review, May 1889, p.241-242)

 

 

 

Observation

 

This is the most common case of vampirism, where an individual sucks the vitality energy from another person through different techniques.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SECOND STORY

 

It is said that true cases of vampirism are now exceedingly rare in civilized countries; but this question is difficult to decide, as the secrets of the grave are not always open to inspection.

 

I believe that one such case has come under my observation. A certain lawyer at L___, known as a great sensualist, died of apoplexy, and twenty years afterwards his grave at the cemetery was opened. The body was found to be without sign of putrefaction, and exhibited a healthy color as if it were still alive.

 

The preservation could not be attributed to the condition of the soil; because all the bodies in the neighboring graves were decomposed. It may therefore be supposed that this was a genuine case of vampirism, and that the animal astral part of that man kept the physical body in a state of vegetative life by means of the nervous force which it abstracted from living beings, and infused it through the unbroken astral cord into the corpse.

(The Occult Review, July 1909, p.17)

 

 

 

Observation

 

This is a very strange case of true vampirism where occultists explain that after death and under certain particular circumstances, the person's soul does not separate from his physical body, but remains bound by the silver cord.

 

And this person's soul becomes a kind of astral spectrum that can wander around, and even become visible, and steals the lifeblood of living people to keep their physical body in a state of hibernation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THIRD STORY

 

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:

 

-      "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:

 

     -   "The lady, whose picture you have seen."

 

     -   "Is the lady living?" asked Mr. W.

 

This question was not answered; but instead it was rapped out:

 

-      "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:

 

     -   "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:

 

     -   "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, p.144-149)

 

 

 

Observation

 

This story is a bit similar to the second story, but where the deceased person shows great maneuverability, probably due to the fact that she was a practitioner of occultism or even black magic, but I cannot tell you how genuine or invented is this story.