A little before twelve o’clock we three—Arthur, Quincey Morris, and myself—called for the Professor. It was odd to notice that by common...

IT was just a quarter before twelve o’clock when we got into the churchyard over the low wall. The night was dark with occasional gleams...

Exploring the eerie depths of Gothic horror, Bram Stoker's Dracula remains an enduring masterpiece of classic literature, weaving...