#I can feel slightly less sad if I just imagine swales roasted him real bad before his death

[yallemagne]

Mr. Swales: "Oi, bastard! What happened to yer head?"

Dracula: "What did you just say to me, plebian?"

Mr. Swales: "What're ye? Deaf? What happened to yer forehead? Anger the missus?"

Dracula: *feels forehead, finally notices shovel scar* >:0

Mr. Swales: >:D

"There is an additional cause in that poor old Mr. Swales was found dead this morning on our seat, his neck being broken."

I fucking hate it here.

Not only it is horrible to lose Mr. Swales so suddenly; just after Dracula specifically came to Whitby, but also read how he didn't get the peaceful death that he yearned so much to have.

He was found with his neck broken! On top of that, he died scared and alone.

I don't want to link every death to Dracula's arrival, but this really feels like his doing. Moreso since Mr. Swales was the kind of old man that does take the things he talks about seriously.

RIP to Mr. Swales, whatever you said to Dracula was probably spectacular and accurate.