I don't think we give Jonathan Harker nearly enough credit for his absolutely unhinged choices. In 1897, that pathetic wet cat of a man was written with enough grit, willpower, and raw human stupidity to rival any of our modern horror podcast protagonists. When faced with a centuries-old vampire, in a coffin, drenched in fresh blood, he really thought the best thing to do was to hit it in the face WITH A SHOVEL. The audacity. The misplaced confidence. The sheer desperation. No plan. No hesitation. Running on fear and spite alone. And i fucking love him for it. Truly the character of all time.
I don't think we give enough credit to how unhinged the entire book is.
Dracula casually throws out the window Johnathan's mirror after attacking him, because he cut himself shaving.
Dracula crawls out the window of his bedroom, up and down the wall
Dracula pretends to be the staff of his castle
Johnathan keeps falling asleep in random places, even when knowing this can get him killed, because he's too lazy to go to bed
Johnathan hits Dracula with a shovel in the heat of the moment
Dracula wears a cape that makes it look like he has bat wings
Dracula stole Johnathan's clothes and would hunt in them



















