In the past without the
medical advancements we have today people were pronounced dead and buried when
they were just unconscious. This happened enough that people actually
feared being buried alive.
At one point there was even
an industry that provided coffins with ways for a person to communicate if they
were pronounced dead and buried by mistake.
Edgar Allan Poe and several
other writers of his time wrote stories about this “real life” fear. Imagine
reading one of these stories if you feared this or knew someone that had been
buried alive.
In Daniel Cohen’s book, The Encyclopedia of Ghosts he shares
several stories about people who suffered this awful fate. Here are just two.
A Long Happy Life
During a typhoid epidemic a
young woman from an affluent family became ill. To the great sadness of the
family the various physicians they called in all stated that they could do
nothing for the young women. The last doctor told the family they best prepare
for her death.
Her beloved older brother was
traveling for business on the continent when he heard of her impending death.
He rushed home to find she had already died and he was told that her funeral
had been held just hours before his arrival.
Overwhelmed with grief he
made his way to the cemetery. He found two gravediggers just finishing covering
his sister’s grave with dirt. He wanted to say goodbye by looking upon her face
one last time. He asked the gravediggers to uncover the coffin but they flatly
refused.
A crowd gathered as he
pleaded passionately with these men. Two onlookers took pity on him and
volunteered to do the deed. As they pried the lid off the coffin the crowd
pushed forward in morbid curiosity.
The brother looked down upon
his sister’s face and tears clouded his vision. A grasp arose from the crowd
for most had seen what they had assumed was a “dead corpse” now moving. Within
moments the entire group heard soft moans.
The brother now confused
looked at the people who surrounded him and was surprised to see them all jump
back as one. He turned back to the coffin to see his sister sitting up.
She had just been unconscious
and the family taking the doctor’s advice had buried her quickly in an attempt
not to spread the disease.
The sister recovered
completely--she married, had a large family and lived to attend her beloved
brother’s funeral.
A Terrible End
The two men had been best
friends since childhood. They opened a feed store together and they lived near
each other after they both married.
One Sunday John was riding to
the next town when something spooked his horse. John was thrown from the horse
and hit his head on a rock.
The country doctor who
attended him at the scene pronounced him dead. He was carried home in a wagon
and buried near the orchard on the family farm.
The day after his funeral his
best friend started to have a vivid nightmare.
In this dream John stood
before him and asked, “Why did you let them bury me? I was not dead.”
The friend replied, “But you
were dead.”
John disgusted at this response
stated, "No I wasn’t. If you don’t believe me--check out my coffin--you will
find the proof you need."
For the next several nights
John appeared in his friend’s dreams and continued to argue with him.
The friend at his wits end
finally went to John’s grave and dug it up. He found him face down--he of course had been
buried face up.
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