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The Vampire Maid

The Vampire Maid is an early vampire short story written by Hume Nisbet and first published in 1900.

This book tells us the story of an artist who goes on a retreat to a fairly sparsely populated rural area. There, he stays in a lonely cabin in the middle of the forest and the protagonist falls totally in love with the daughter of his host named Ariadne.

However, Ariadne hides a dangerous secret: her hair is too black, her lips are too red... In a short time, the protagonist will begin to suffer terrible nightmares and will notice that he has less energy. Will the protagonist be able to realize the situation and survive his stay in the cabin?

This story, of very short duration, is the typical vampire tale, being descriptive and a very quick read.

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Gothic fiction Horror Supernatural Love Death Sacrifice

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Pages
9
Reading time
12 minutes
Pace
Intermediate
First published
1900
Language
English
Downloads
2,868

126 years later, still timely

Why Read The Vampire Maid in 2026?

Gothic cottage, mysterious hostess, and a fever that feels like a spell—Nisbet’s short shock blends romance with dread.

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Great for a single-sitting scare and a conversation about consent, hunger, and the myths we dress as love.

Moody bite

Fog, blood, hush.

Seduction & danger

Charm with claws.

Quick chill

One night, new nerves.

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Portrait of Hume Nisbet

Hume Nisbet · 1849–1923

Frontier and supernatural tales seen with a painterly eye and a taste for strangeness.

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From The Vampire Maid

A strange unrest was in my blood; a barren dearth in my brains. Familiar objects and faces had grown distasteful to me. I wanted to be alone.

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The loneliness of the moor, with the singing of the ocean, had gripped my heart with a wistful longing.

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I was in that condition of mind when absolute renunciation of society was a necessity.

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I had become diffident of myself, and wearied of my kind. A strange unrest was in my blood; a barren dearth in my brains. Familiar objects and faces had grown distasteful to me. I wanted to be alone.

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I was in that condition of mind when absolute renunciation of society was a necessity.

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