A whole night lost, and I know by bitter experience what may happen in a night.
Of course it is possible that all may be well, but what may have happened?
Surely there is some horrible doom hanging over us that every possible accident should thwart us in all we try to do.
I shall take this cylinder with me, and then I can complete my entry on Lucy's phonograph.
MEMORANDUM LEFT BY LUCY WESTENRA.
17 September, Night .-- I write this and leave it to be seen, so that no one may by any chance get into trouble through me.

This is an exact record of what took place tonight.

I feel I am dying of weakness, and have barely strength to write, but it must be done if I die in the doing.
I went to bed as usual, taking care that the flowers were placed as Dr.Van Helsing directed, and soon fell asleep.
I was waked by the flapping at the window, which had begun after that sleep-walking on the cliff at Whitby when Mina saved me, and which now I know so well.

I was not afraid, but I did wish that Dr.Seward was in the next room, as Dr.Van Helsing said he would be, so that I might have called him.

I tried to sleep, but I could not.