
Short Story·Urban Fantasy
My Roommate Casts No Shadow
Leo Marchetti
Rent in San Telmo was half price on one condition: never open the heavy curtains before dusk.

“Before Dracula stalked London, a seductive stranger haunted an isolated Austrian castle with an intoxicating, predatory intimacy.”
In a secluded castle bordered by the vast forests of Styria, young Laura lives a solitary existence with her retired father. Her quiet life shifts when a carriage accident conveniently leaves an enigmatic guest, Carmilla, in their care. The two women form an intense, languid bond, yet Carmilla's nocturnal habits, sudden languors, and feverish affections arouse mounting disquiet. When a wasting sickness begins claiming the lives of peasant girls across the surrounding region, Laura finds her own strength waning beneath suffocating night terrors. Sheridan Le Fanu’s novella remains the premier cornerstone of Victorian vampire fiction.
“This mysterious subject he treats, in that Essay, with his usual learning and acumen, and with remarkable directness and condensation.”
““General Spielsdorf cannot come to us so soon as I had hoped,” said my father, as we pursued our walk.”
“The excitement of the scene was made more painful by the clear, long-drawn screams of a female voice from the carriage window.”
““Don’t approach, one at a time is as much as she can at present converse with; a very little excitement would possibly overpower her now.””
“But curiosity is a restless and unscrupulous passion, and no one girl can endure, with patience, that hers should be baffled by another.”
“He was dressed in buff, black, and scarlet, and crossed with more straps and belts than I could count, from which hung all manner of things.”
““In one corner, at the top of it, is the name, as well as I could read, ‘Marcia Karnstein,’ and the date ‘1698’; and I am curious to see how it has turned out.””
““Thank you, sir, a thousand times for your hospitality,” she answered, smiling bashfully.”
““By-the-by,” said Mademoiselle, laughing, “the long lime tree walk, behind Carmilla’s bedroom window, is haunted!””
“A little time would, no doubt, explain all—utterly perplexed as, for the present, we were.”
““I dare say, doctor, you are going to tell me that I am an old fool for having brought you here; I hope I am.””
““I should tell you all with pleasure,” said the General, “but you would not believe me.””
“I must set out now, and travel by a devious route, nearly a hundred miles, with all the dispatch I can possibly make.”
““We have a portrait, at home, of Mircalla, the Countess Karnstein; should you like to see it?” asked my father.”
“I grieve, Monsieur le General, that by my skill and science I can be of no use.”
““My dear Baron, how happy I am to see you, I had no hope of meeting you so soon.””
“I may mention, in passing, that the deadly pallor attributed to that sort of revenants, is a mere melodramatic fiction.”

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Public-domain work (1872). Text: Project Gutenberg #10007. The Spanish version is an AI-assisted translation and may contain errors. Digital edition by Inkora Stories. Learn more