You might wonder if I know someone buried here, but I don't. What I finally recognized as I stood between two large oaks is that I mourned the loss of the characters in my previous novel, Dracula Unmasked. It was true. I really missed them. I missed Dracula, of course, but I also missed the others too. Jack the Ripper, Eva, young Prince Edward and even Semele, the homeless Albino girl. They all still lived inside me but were silent now; at times, I find the quiet deafening.