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Episode 167: Deviation

2021-03-29 | 🔗

Death is one of life’s certainties, and the final chapter in each of our stories. And yet throughout history, there have been reports of those who have broken the rules—and the brave few who rose to the challenge to stop them.

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Funerals are easy to imagine, we ve all seen enough depictions in television and film to know what they look like, and while those practices and traditions have changed over the millennia and differ from one culture to another, both changes happened slowly, making it easy to define what normal was at any given point but there are always exceptions in the world of archaeology. They are referred to as deviant burials when the great a long dead human found but doesn't fit the expected conditions. The skeleton might be arranged in a particular way or missing parts or both and its believed burials like this were designed as a sign of disrespect.
Sun, tv and burials in ancient times were performed because the person died by suicide while other times it was one last punishment for a convicted criminal. If society view their life or death with suspicion and disdain, a deviant burial was a likely but sometimes those unusual burials happened for other reasons, one grey. Site that was excavated. The nineteen eighties in the Czech Republic revealed a stone age man who had been pinned in the grave with a large post in a two thousand year old Greek burial on the coast of Sicily, to skeletons were found with great weights, on top of them and in Medieval England, some were buried with millstones. On top of their grave. But the most common deviation from the norm in burials around the world is a simple, yet obvious change in body position. In most cases, these skeletons are found face down, rather than on their backs, as one might expect. Archaeologists called
Prone burials, the reason behind them is much less rational. These were burials driven by fear beer that the person might come back to life. Like I said, it seems like in a rational motive, swapping out respect and reverence for supernatural fear, but if you spend any amount of time flipping through the pages of history, one thing becomes clear:. They had very good reason to be afraid. I'm Aaron Monkey- and this is lower.
the walking dead have always been popular. Not the tv show mind you, but the larger concept behind it, and not only that, but the notion that the dead consume, how returned to the land of oz been is a truly global one to no matter where you go in the world. There is a very good chance that the people there have stories about the dead who return and because of that, there's no way, I could possibly discuss them all right now. These are stories that span history from ancient Babylon and Egypt to the countries of Europe and the UK, but a great places art would be China stories of the chain she had been around for centuries in prince, but probably date back much further in oral tradition and what I love about. The folk lore surrounding this creature is just how much of our modern concept of the undead it seems to shatter, and that all starts with how they are
created. Legend says that a chain she is given life when a cat jumps over a dead body, but it's also possible the fine stories of travellers who die too far from home for a proper burial and therefore become cursed. return from the dead, no matter the cause of their creation, though it's easy to spot them with their glowing red eyes long clause and pale green skin and hair the feature that I think I love the most about the chain. She is how their bodies are often described, as rather stiff leaving them unable to move most of their joints. They apparently get around by hopping with their arms held out straight in front of them in case they trip and fall. I have to imagine this makes them pretty easy to see or, Here coming in near by India, there are stories of the veto on these stories are of evil spirits that have the power to slip inside a dead body and reanimated like a person changing clothing over,
over oddly enough, the bodies they inhabit are often described is taking on a greenish tents and they hunt for victims among the most vulnerable in the community, the very young, the sleeping and the drunk. In Western Africa alone, the Atlantic Coast, the people of Ghana tell stories about the adds, a creature that typically has multiple shapes in most situations: the ads hunts for blood in the form of a firefly or a glowing beetle similar to the european stories of fairy lights. But if Lord with Cocoanut milk and palm oil and then captured, they will transform into their human shape, revealing them to be the dead returned, Some of the most creative undead stories, though, come to us from the Emerald Isle. It seems that Ireland has no shortage of legends involving creatures connected to death, although I need to offer a caviar before we talk about them,
you see many of the stories told about them today, attempt to attach specific origin stories to them with persons names and dates and places, but no real evidence to back I'll up. So all the names and fear of these creatures are clearly old and traditional. There mom An origin stories should be read with a few grains of salt on hand. One common irish undead creature is the direct Dua. It's often described as a pale woman who is spotted in graveyards at night, like the siren of Greek, biology, these creatures, lure men with their beauty and when they kiss they drain their victim of all his blood. It said that the only way to get rid of them is to find their grave site and then pile stones on top of it, which sounds a lot like many deviants burial
found in the UK, and other irish creature has taken on a false reputation as being the inspiration behind Brom Stokers Dracula. All thanks to its name. The drug Allah is supposed to hunt a castle in county carry, although there is no actual evidence to back up this belief. There are not a lot of details about his creature, but I've seen it described as a sort of blood drinking ferry. Over in Scotland. There are stories of the above Sif like in other tales. This creature is usually, described as a woman and again said to have pale. Green skin and clothing. Legend says that they
are the reanimated corpses of women who died in childbirth and have a strong taste for blood and finally, in the cold waters between Ireland and England, the Isle of Man is home to tales of the lion. She these very women, like their cousins in Ireland, use their beauty to lure men to their death, but it said that they drain their victims much more slowly than other creatures, and this delay gives their human prisoners time to escape, but only if they can find
some one to take their place and, like I said before, I could go on and on. It seems that no matter where you go in the world stories of the undead are lurking in the shadows, ready to cause fear and panic, which makes sense. I suppose, if there's one thing, every human culture throughout history has had to deal with its death and it's only natural that stories have risen up to explain all that suffering and loss, but they're just stories after all, legends whispered in the dead of night to entertain children and thrill an audience oral folklore that kept the idea alive, that the dead could return to haunt the living, but no one actually took them seriously right. Well, that's not entirely true, because for one man at least there were some stories that couldn't be dismissed and because of that they were passed,
served in the public record stories that come with the claim of truth and accuracy, no matter how frightening they are He stood out among his peers. Impervious was born in the early days of the twelfth century. At a time when England was still adapting to the arrival of William the conqueror a few decades earlier, and unlike most people of his day, William was highly educated. Although he was born in Yorkshire, he spent most of his life in Neuber, where he received a deep and comprehensive classical education. We're talking history, theology, literature, the classics, you name it William of numerous studied it and that equipped him for a big project later on in his life, it was an assignment really. A local abbot had asked him to write a history book and William responded by creating a massive work known ass
history of english affairs, advanced five big volumes, beginning with the Norman invasion in one thousand, and sixty six and covers english events up until one thousand one hundred and ninety, and William really tried to make sure his readers knew. He was there to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth even dismay. Is common entries from other history books as pure fantasy stories, like the legend of King Arthur, for example, before detailing actual history, as he sought It's not so subtle way of saying what you're about to read is entirely true and that's what makes some of the stories included in his work so amazed because there are a number of tales that involve a particular topic. The undead. Now Williams original Latin uses. The word predict eel, which means wonders, but Scott Others are united in the use of residence as a better term because they are stories of the dead who returned.
according to William of Neuber, there were actually too many to include in his book if he were to write down all the instances of this kind, which I have ascertained to have befallen in our times he explained the undertaking be beyond measure laborious and troublesome. Thankfully, though, he included some like this one passed on to him by Stephen the Archbishop
Buckingham. According to the story, a local Buckingham man had recently passed away, but the night after his funeral, he returned to visit his wife, the undead man, apparently climbed into bed with her, and I quote nearly crushed her by the insupportable weight of his body or two more nights. The man returned to see his wife, but she eventually drove him away. So after that he paid a visit to his brothers. Thankfully they had been warned ahead of time and quickly fought him off. After that, the dead man resorted to terrorizing the livestock. At this point, the people in town were terrified of leaving their homes. The dead man was said to even roam the streets in broad daylight, desperate. The archbishop asked the Bishop for advice and he was
hold that such things had often befallen in England and the best way proven to stop. The attacks was to dig up the man's body and burn it. Stephen, though, was apparently afraid of desecration a corpse, so instead he wrote an official letter of absolution from the church and then laid it on the dead man's body and, oddly enough that did it. Rick, if only things were as easy for another community described in Williams Book the village of Barrack around same time that the dead man was terrorizing Buckingham another. The body of a man described as a great rogue was seen wandering through Barrack at night and everywhere he went. He was chase by a large pack of dogs and that combination of the walking dead and the constant barking was enough to drive the townsfolk crazy. So the people took matters into their own hands. They found.
ten young men renowned for boldness and gave them the task of digging up the man's body, cutting it into pieces and then tossing it all into a fire. After that, the dead man never returned to bother them again. But few stories recorded by William of Neuber are as terrifying as the tale of the hound priest. He was called that because one he was a priest and too he enjoyed hunting with the help of dogs. Honestly, how increased wasn't the most creative of nickname but it does the job. We are told by William that this priest was very much not be typical man of the cloth he enjoyed the finer things in life and rubbed shoulders with all the nobles in the area around his community of no rose in what is now a southern Scotland,
In fact, thanks to a friendship with one noble woman in particular, this priest became quite wealthy during his lifetime, but the priest eventually passed away and his body was soon laid to rest in a grave at his own church and not long after that, noble woman was visited by his dead body, which moaned and mumbled in the darkness. her bedroom- and it happened more than once putting this woman into a state of panic and despair. So she asked the other local priests for help and these guys were smart. They knew that this woman's donations kept the church well funded, which would continue long as she was happy, so they assembled a team of men to watch over the dead priests, grave to local, strong men and to priests, and that night the men gathered in the churchyard sitting in a tight circle near the priests grave from sunset to midnight. Nothing happened.
and it wasn't a warm night either so they decided to leave one man guarding the grave, while the other three went inside to get warm and that's the moment when the corpse of the priest decided to break free from the grave startling the loan watch, grabbing his hand, acts? The man struck out at the dead body, walking toward him cutting a vicious wound in its just after a short struggle. The dead priest was said to have fallen back into the grave which closed up around him, bringing an end to the commotion, but not before the other. Three watchmen arrived see what was going on. After hearing the man story, the rest of the group decided something more needed to be done, so they set about digging the grave open, partly to make sure that the priest was still in there, but also to stop the undead
good, but after removing all the soil and opening the coffin, what they found left and reeling. The priest body was right where it should be, but all of them could tell that something was very wrong with it. Blood covered the front of the dead man's clothing and had spilled around the body blood that flowed from one large injury, a massive gash in the dead man's chest. The older the story, the easier it is to dismiss. Think of the level of trust you feel about the accuracy of greek mythology,
compared to accounts of the civil war, the wider that Gulf of time becomes the harder. It is to trust that all the details are factual and true. So, while the stories written down by William of Neuber are frightening, there's a certain level of safety thanks to how old they but even in modern times there had been stories that make us stop and wonder, like the one that took place in eighteen. Seventy five preserved thanks to the work of a man named Augusta. here he was a writer in the latter part of the nineteenth century, focusing mostly on travel, guides, family histories and biographies of prominent figures. But one story he shared cannot be ignored and it took place in the north West of England in the county of comfort and while his friends say that he shared the story, often among them, it was finally published by him years later.
the story tells of a family of siblings, who rented a cottage and cumberland in the early months of eighteen. Seventy five. They were a trio two brothers and a sister all in their early adulthood, but despite the additions and added that have taken place over the century and a half since the story was first published. Actually know their names, but what we do know is that the cottage was small, just one story tall with a pair of bedrooms. And after settling in the sibling spent the winter getting to know the people of the village, they were outsiders, but everyone.
Seemed to welcome them in and said that these new comers were kind and well mannered. So life was good winter. Soon gave way to spring and then the heat of summer arrived one day. According to the story, the brothers spend most of their day, reading books in the shade of trees in the yard, while their sister set up camp on the small verandah overlooking the property. You know those sorts of sweltering summer days and how easy it is to get nothing done. This was one of those days as night fell. The sister retreated to her bedroom in an effort to keep the heat out of the house. She closed the glass windows but left the shutters wide open so that she could see the night sky, but ass. She rested on the bed staring off toward the dark tree line that separated the cotton
from the nearby churchyard to lights, appeared near the ground and then started to slowly make their way toward her ass. She watched the light, seemed to move up and down the low hills of the property disappearing behind trees, only to reappear a moment later. But what was certain was that it was drawing nearer and then when she was sure that it was headed straight toward her window, it seemed to vanish to one side of the house, a tree fuller, nothing more, she told herself, but in the silence of her room she began to hear an eerie sound. It was the sound of scratching, slow and deliberate from somewhere near by then. She sought the withered brown hand, pressed against the glass of her closed window and ass. She watched a face came into view beside the hand the ancient wrinkled face of a corpse
a corpse with glowing eyes for a short, while the sister to comfort in the fact that the window was locked, but soon a new sound began to come from the creature. It was more rough and shook the glass. to her horror. She realised that whatever the creature was outside, it was scratching away at the lead between the glass pains it was making away inside and soon enough. The glass pay feel free and that same brown, bony hand reached inside and turn the lock and before new at the window was open and the thing whatever it was was climbing in and walking toward the bed where she lay toward her,
Crossing the room in a matter of seconds, the creature grabbed the sister by the head tingling its bony twisted fingers in her hair and dragged her to the edge of the bed, then, with her neck exposed it leaned down and bit into the flash of her throat, and if that onset of pain she finally Screamed out for help within moments, her brothers had both rushed to her locked bedroom door and broken in to respond to her cry as they did. They saw the dark shape of the creature slipping out the window with their sister, thrashing on the bed blood pouring from her neck. One of the brothers agree to stay and help, while the other leaped out the window and gave chase to the invader, but after following it across the property advance
rushed into the trees at the edge of the churchyard. In a daze there followed, a doktor was called yes, their sister would recover and no, she did not see a monster. Clearly the doktor told them a lunatic had escaped from some nearby asylum and just happen to stumble upon her bedroom window random. Yes, but explainable, but understanding that she was traumatized by what happened. He recommended that she gets a change of scenery, So, despite having a seven year lease on a cottage therein, Cracklin Grange the siblings, packed up and headed to your spending the remainder of eighteen. Seventy five in Switzerland they say the time can heal all wounds, and maybe that was true for
Young woman, but in a century and a half since the events took place, many have wondered how they could possibly be true and with a world view that says that the dead always state, then I can see how that's a natural response to the story, but it also ignores another more difficult possibility. What, if were wrong. We expect the dead to stay. The grave cultures around the world have developed intricate rituals and traditions around the active burial, and they are a source of peace and comfort for many, but there have always been stories of those who break the rules
Some cultural anthropologist see a layer of social commentary beneath the tales of the undead. These stories, they say, were meant to warn against anti social behaviour. Naturally, the people who were feared in life must also be feared and death. If they couldn't follow the rules of morality and piracy, they certainly learn about to let the grave hold them back and, of course, this is where a lot of those deviant burial practices come in the prone burials. I mentioned earlier where bodies were buried face down had an almost comical rationale behind them. It was believed that reanimated corpses dug their way forward and if they were on their backs, they would eventually exit the grave. So a prone burial was the safer bet. If they did come back to life, they would just dig them cell, paper, but not all stories have that humorous element, and I think the tale of the siblings of crackling range is one of them. Although let me address one thing, first, there has been debate for decades about whether
story is even true in the late one thousand eight hundred there wasn't the village by that name, and the churchyard mentioned was in ruins, but others have pointed out that the story may actually be two centuries older, because prior to one thousand, seven hundred the church was still standing and one of the local farmhouses was a one story, cottage known as Croglin Loha, and if we approach these sorts of tales as remnants of something true but legend of Croglin Grange has all the tell tale. So Thankfully, the story of the siblings didn't end with their retreat to Europe. The young woman began to feel much better and had come to terms with the attack. She was nervous for sure, but she also knew that they had enjoyed their time at Cracklin. Grange, the house and property were a wonderful retreat and the community was warm and welcoming.
It didn't help that her brothers reminded her that it was highly unlikely that another escaped lunatic as they called him, would find her bedroom window again, so they packed up once more and returned to the cottage in the spring of eighteen. Seventy six that did it mean that they didn't take precautions, though the brothers is both kept loaded pistols with them at all times and they swapped rooms with their sister, hoping that's on the astronomically rare chance that it happened again. They would be the ones to experience the invasion, not her sometime in March, as the winter snow was disappearing and new life was emerging from the ground they retired to sleep for the night. But despite moving to a new room, the sister was awoken by that unforgettable, sound of dry fingers scratching on the window to risk the glance outside and to her whore. She saw the same ancient undead face
staring back at her and this time she did not give the creature time to find a way inside. She cried out for help and almost immediately her brothers arrived guns at the ready. Both of the young men ran from the house chasing the crew. route across the property and back toward the trees and had come from one of them even managed to fire shot, hitting it directly in the leg. Just as before, the undead creature vanished into the trees. But this time the brothers followed. they emerged. On the other side, they found themselves in an old graveyard with the church looming tall nearby. They had just enough time to see the creature slip inside an old vault and watch the door closed and were left wondering what to do next. What they did was wait until the next day, that's when they returned, with a crowd of others from the village to help and witness their next steps with every one watching the brothers open, the vault and then step back to catch their breath inside all of the coffins had been overdue
an ancient body. Parts lay scattered on the stone floor all, but one in the center of the room rested a single untouched coffin and while it looked undisturbed, the brothers noticed that the lid was not close tightly, so both young men approached it cautiously, of course, and slowly lifted the lid to peer inside. It was the undead creature. They had chase the night before its ancient brown, shrivelled body lay motionless in the coffin. Both men were almost certain that this was the thing that had attacked their sister Anne had returned,
hours before, but the final clue that settle the matter, the clue that justified pulling the body out of the coffin and burning there in the churchyard in front of all the villagers was a small wound on one of the bodies legs. It was a whole, a bullet hole.
Stories of the undead returning to the land of the living are nearly as old as humanity itself, and hopefully our tour today, through some of the more memorable tales in history, have given you a better grasp of their true power, but I'm not done just yet. I have one more historical account that I think you're going to love and if you stick around after this brief sponsor break I'll, tell you all about it: it turns out. William of Neuber was onto something the twelfth century was filled with stories about the walking dead. If there had been some sort of medieval equivalent to trending topics, you can guarantee that residents were on the list. People, if you will forgive the pun, were dying to read,
about them and another. William of the time, William, of moms Borri wrote about a local bishop who had passed away around the year ten ten and in the days after his burial, it said that the warnings of the churchyard were hunted by shadowy shapes that refused to leave them alone, so they exude the bishops body carded outside of town and deposited in the marsh. After the body saying Into the wet mud and disappeared, the huntings went away that same William recorded another local legend, one about a woman known as the witch of Berkeley. He doesn't give us a date for this story, so it probably falls deeper into the realm of folk lore than history, but its fascinating less, and it involves a woman who is known far and wide, as which someone who had sold her soul to the devil for great power as her death approach, though she plotted away to avoid paying her end of the bargain. It said that she told her children that when she finally passed away, they should guard her body carefully, because
devil was coming back for it. Following her orders, they were said to have rapture corpse in deerskin soda shot and then placed her in a locked coffin wrapped in chains, but the devil sent demons to remove the chains in the dead of night, and once all of them had fallen away. The biggest demon of all came to pull the witches body from the grave dooming her to ride through, countryside as the undead, another writer from that period was Jeffrey of burden in his book, the life and miracles of Saint Madrina from around one thousand one hundred and forty four. He recorded that a group of Townsfolk and Burton decided to toss off the leadership of the local Abbott and March to the next town over to swear loyalty to a great Lord there. But when the abbot caught wind of it, he pray to Saint we for help almost immediately the rebellious town folk were struck dead and were soon buried later that
Though there undead corpses rose from the graveyard and began their march to the next town, all over again and ass, they passed through the village, a wave of sickness, followed them like a cloud to stop them. The rest of the village was To have cut off their heads and then given them a second burial, this time of the deviant sorts their heads were placed between their legs and their hearts were removed and burned. After that, the residents were seen no more one final story, this one from a twelfth century writer name Walter Map. He was a Welshman who wrote mostly historical accounts of kings clergy in the politics of England at the time, but he also wrote about the undead. According to map the story took place in Hartford City, close to the border between Wales and England, sometime in the one thousand one hundred and fifty s, an english knight named William Lawton Road into town and headed straight for the cathedral, asking to see the bishop there. He had a problem and he needed some advice
It seems that a local man had recently died that as far as local guys went to this one wasn't, the nicest he was described as having lived an evil life, although I know that's pretty subjective, given the nine centuries that separate his story from us today, but it was enough to frighten people and to justify happen. Next, then, I told the bishop that this dead man had risen from the grave and for four nights in a row had walked through the village harassing people. Walter maps story actually makes it sound like the dead man was going door to door and every house he visited soon found themselves dealing with an outbreak of deadly disease. After less than a week of this, a large portion of the village had passed away and those that survived were becoming desperate, so they had called upon Sir William to save them, and his first step was to ask the Bishop for advice that advice according to the story was for, Sir, William to return to the village, have the dead man exhumed and then sprinkle his
He and the surrounding gray with holy water, which he immediately did, but sadly it didn't help. The dead man still rose from the grave at night and still tormented the people of the village. Only this time, thanks to the holy water incidents, he seemed to have taken notice of Sir William the following night as William was patrolling the streets to protect the community. The undead man appeared again, and this time it called out to him not knowing what else to do William gave Chase drawing his sword handle the situation in the only way he knew frightened. The dead man was said to have started running back to his grave and whenever protection it might have offered. But the night was fast, in typical horror movie fashion, just when the revenant was almost safe. It tripped and that's when Sir Williams.
Ring on it swinging his sword and a wide arc. He cut the dead man's head clean off and the body fell limp as a rag doll right there on the street. True or not, it certainly a frightening tail and one that feels both ancient and modern all. At the same time, thanks to our current obsession with the undead, and that's probably what I love the most about stories like these, because they prove how entertaining our past can be. Why look for horror on the big screen when we have frightening tales like this waiting for us in the pages of history? It seems that the past, just like the dead, will always rise to the occasion.
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