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02/12/2019

A Meeting with Van Helsing

A Meeting with Van Helsing

MYP3 students are learning how to create atmosphere in writing in the first unit of their language and literature class. One of their formative tasks was to create a new diary entry for the story Dracula. Here are the results!

 

A Meeting with Van Helsing

The silence of the night was broken, as I stood in front of the huge door. I was rethinking all the events that led to this moment. How were such devilish creatures on this world, and how did they come to exist? But most importantly I wondered why her? My thoughts were lost as a warm hand fell on my shoulder. Van Helsing greeted me and invited me inside. I suddenly stood in a huge hall. The interior was rustic and a golden chandelier hanged from the ceiling. There were wooden closets with glass doors covering the grey walls behind them. Most of them were empty, except one. It had a painting of a young couple. The woman had long brown hair and a beautiful smile covered her face. The man wore a black tuxedo and his face vaguely resembled the one of Van Helsing. I turned around and was surprised to see him looking at the painting almost as curiously as I did. Then he said: “I know your pain my friend. Do you understand why we must stop this from happening to anyone else. I nodded. Then he told me to go to the living room as he went into a room from which I could see a glimpse of a massive table. I slowly walked across the hallway. I opened a heavy door and saw Quincy and John sitting on a brown couch. Next to them was an enormous, round window overlooking the surrounding forest. On the other side of the room was a woman and a man whom I didn’t recognise. I dragged myself over to the couch and set next to John. My two friends greeted me, but I could not hear them. I gazed through the large window, looking at the full moon. It was beautiful, yet it seemed so sinister. It reminded me of that oh so dreadful night. We walked over to that terrible tomb, despite the cold breeze brushing our shoulders. And then we saw her. She was so pure, yet now she seemed to be emerging from the depths of hell. She was Lucy, but then again she was not. I could not bear to think about what happened later and I let my thoughts drift as I turned my head to the two strangers in the room. The man set in an armchair and held a small book in his hands which were covered with black gloves. He wore a deep black robe which covered most of his face. I could see that he was quite old and that he had many unnatural scars. The biggest one started at the bottom of his nose and pierced his lips and then it finally stopped at his chin. He didn’t seem happy to be here and mumbled something every now and then. The woman, on the other hand, was quite enthusiastic. She had some kind of an antique map pinned to the wall. She drew lines and circles across it using her tender fingers. Her body was slim as well. Her blonde hair stretched across her shoulders and over her back. She wore a pure white robe with a crimson cross painted on the back. She turned towards us. I could see a golden crucifix around her neck as she smiled and signalled us to come closer. We all stood up in unity as we heard Van Helsing’s echoing footsteps approach. He entered and walked over to the map. There was a long spell of silence as everyone awaited for him to reveal the horrible task before us.

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