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Wednesday, 29 April 2015


Salutations All!

 
Of the prodigy of the dead man, who wandered about after burial
Hayfield, Derbyshire

                Here is another report from SO Addy. This is taken from his book, Household Tales, published in 1895. In Hayfield, Derbyshire during the 16th century, all the dead about the old village chapel rose in unison. Despite the date, it is more likely that this was a mass grave for flood victims that are recorded as being buried in 1754 in a letter written by Reverend Dr James Clegg, the minister of nearby Chapel-en-le-Frith. Here’s what the good reverend had to say:

… on the last day in august, several hundreds of bodies rose out of the grave in the open day… to the great astonishment and terror of several spectators. They deserted the coffin, and rising out of the grave, immediately ascended directly to heaven, singing in content all along as they mounted thro’ the air; they had no winding sheets, about them, yet did not appear quite naked, their vesture seem’d streak’d with gold, interlaced with sable, skirted with white, yet thought to be exceedingly light by the agility of their motions, and the swiftness of their ascent. They left a most fragrant and delicious odour behind them, but were quickly out of sight…

                This might be an exaggeration or even an outright fictionalisation by a member of the clergy to enforce the idea of the resurrection in a sermon. If it is true, an exaggeration or an old fiction that’s gone down into local legend, then what can I say, it’s still fun.
                I would like to finish this article with a bit of vampire folklore. Similar occurrences have happened throughout Europe – and other areas of the world – throughout recorded history. People have been curious about the whys and wherefores of the dead reappearing above ground. All I can say for certain is that after death, it’s common for a body to bloat up with its own gases. Thus, drowned and forgotten bodies rise to the surface of their watery grave and in mass graves where numerous corpses swell, it’s possible for the surface of the ground to rupture and the dead underneath to break forth.
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