Before moving to his pimped-up vampyre castle
in the Carpathian Mountains of Székelyland,
Bram Stoker's Dracula lived in a house in Purfleet.
In Thurrock.
Just within the eastern boundary of the M25 motorway.
This far into Essex, the Thames is flat and wide and swollen.
It has the feel of the German industrial heartland.
Or maybe Holland. Or Flanders.
This far into Essex, the Thames is flat and wide and swollen.
And it smells. Badly. Of rotten blubber. Of decomposing mammal.
All in all, best to keep the bedroom windows shut.
And hung with garlic. Just in case.
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