Tag: paranormal

  • Zombie

    Zombie

    The zombie has risen in popularity over the years, much in part to The Walking Dead series. These zombies are depicted as humans who, after death, rise to feast upon the living. The zombies in The Walking Dead maintain the slow, shuffling walk from earlier incarnations of the zombie, but before The Walking Dead, there were the franchise remakes of George Romero’s Living Dead series, Directed by Zack Snyder. The zombie I’m going to focus on is the one that comes out of Haitian folklore.

    In Haitian folklore, zombies are created by voodoo witches: bokor (male) or caplata (female). The reason zombies are created is for their labor. The voodoo witch enslaves the dead body to perform whatever tasks they desire. To create a zombie, they would take the toxin from a pufferfish and poison their victim. This would induce a death-like coma where the body was buried and then the witch would come back and unbury them.

    This belief was so ingrained in Haitian culture that the bokor was used as a weapon, Bokor ZOmbiezombification would be threatened upon any slave or worker that wished to commit suicide. And the practice of abducting people with pufferfish venom became a convenient way of procuring workers. This article Harvard Magazine tells such a story:

    FIVE YEARS AGO, a man walked into l’Estere, a village in central Haiti, approached a peasant woman named Angelina Narcisse, and identified himself as her brother Clairvius. If he had not introduced himself using a boyhood nickname and mentioned facts only intimate family members knew, she would not have believed him. Because, eighteen years earlier, Angelina had stood in a small cemetery north of her village and watched as her brother Clairvius was buried.

    The man told Angelina he remembered that night well. He knew when he was lowered into his grave, because he was fully conscious, although he could not speak or move. As the earth was thrown over his coffin, he felt as if he were floating over the grave. The scar on his right cheek. he said, was caused by a nail driven through his casket.

    The night he was buried, he told Angelina, a voodoo priest raised him from the grave. He was beaten with a sisal whip and carried off to a sugar plantation in northern Haiti where, with other zombies, he was forced to work as a slave. Only with the death of the zombie master were they able to escape, and Narcisse eventually returned home.

    Legend has it that zombies are the living dead, raised from their graves and animated by malevolent voodoo sorcerers, usually for some evil purpose. Most Haitians believe in zombies, and Narcisse’s claim is not unique.

    At about the time he reappeared, in 1980, two women turned up in other villages saying they were zombies. In the same year, in northern Haiti, the local peasants claimed to have found a group of zombies wandering aimlessly in the fields.

    But Narcisse’s case was different in one crucial respect; it was documented. His death had been recorded by doctors at the American-directed Schweitzer Hospital in Deschapelles. On April 30, 1962, hospital records show, Narcisse walked into the hospital’s emergency room spitting up blood. He was feverish and full of aches. His doctors could not diagnose his illness, and his symptoms grew steadily worse. Three days after he entered the hospital, according to the records, he died. The attending physicians, an American among them, signed his death certificate. His body was placed in cold storage for twenty hours, and then he was buried. He said he remembered hearing his doctors pronounce him dead while his sister wept at his bedside.

    The article is very fascinating; like always there is a link below.

    Sources:

    Night of the Living Dead

    Zombie

    Bokor

    Harvard Magazine

    Pinterest

  • BMCR Boot Camp Transformations

    Daryl and Gaines ran towards the track. Unlike the rest of the 001, the monsters had extra training. They were late. Daryl couldn’t even fathom what DS Foote would do to either of them. Gaines was literally going to be the death of him.

    “How could you forget that we had extra training tonight?” asked Daryl as they ran towards the pull-up bars.

    “Relax, Kerns,” said Gaines. “We were going to be punished anyway. We’re the enemy here.”

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  • Hush part 1

    Thomas Pipkin felt like he was walking on air. The balls of his feet effortlessly pushed him towards the love of his life. Her house was just a block away, and with a dozen roses in hand, he was about to take her out and share his big news.

    He just made the best sale of his life. Romo Cola was going to be sold at Wal-Mart! It had taken many months of negotiations, but Romo Cola would be raking in lots of money, meaning he’d be raking in lots of money. They’d be set for life!

    He laughed. He couldn’t contain his joy, but as he neared the driveway of her home, he noticed an unusual car. He’d never seen this vehicle before. Perhaps her father had traded his old one…

    He rounded the driveway and stepped up to the door, but just as he was about to knock a gentleman opened the door that Thomas had never seen before. He was holding his love’s hand… and smiling!

    Thomas clenched his fist and struck the man in the face, sending him back inside.

    “Thomas!” shouted the woman, “What are you doing here! This is my house and you are not welcome if you’re going to behave like that!”

    “Who is he, Bev?” said Thomas. “Why is he here?”

    “He’s my boyfriend, Thomas. We’ve been together for a month now.”

    Thomas’s face went from red to white instantly. “I… Thought, you liked me?”

    “Thomas, we had one date, and I wasn’t interested. Why do you think I was always unavailable?”

    She backed away towards her boyfriend. He was rubbing his jaw. Thomas hoped he broke something. The man put his hand down and glared at Thomas. “Please leave. We are going out.”

    Thomas’s knees buckled; he caught himself and absentmindedly stepped aside. He didn’t even notice when the stranger took hold of jacket and guided him to the end of the driveway before taking Bev’s hand and guided her to his car.

    Thomas watched, like it wasn’t even happening, like he was watching a moving picture, the love of his life just drifted away, the licence plate growing and smaller and smaller…

    His knees gave way; he couldn’t catch himself this time. He collapsed on his knees. His hand instinctively reached for the mail box inches away from him. He walked her up that driveway. She smiled at him and said she had a wonderful time… What did he do wrong?

    He had to prove to her that he was worthy. Then she would love him. He pulled himself up and trudged back home.