I'm the odd one always carrying a book, clueless to fashion, making obscure references that no one get. Socially awkward, emotionally constipated, stay-at-home nerd. Hoarder. Self-dubious. Paranoid.
Almost ten years ago I read this book and I still remembered clearly what every story in it was about. A different side of Stoker's writing, leaning sometimes to folklore, some others going real dark into the horrors of what humans can do to each other. A great compilation of Bram Stoker's lesser-known creations.