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Originally posted by ahamarlin
Its not witchcraft, paranormal and the woman in the pic is not death, yet. She is poisoned by a person, probably a medicine man in the village.
Porcupine fish, puffers, filefish, trunkfishes: all these families of marine reeffish contains tetratoxine.
People who survived have said that they recalled the whole incident and where afraid to be buried alive.
Its the same trick as the zombies of Haiti. All it takes is fish poison, a evil person and the victim.
On the morning of May 2 his two attending physicians, one of whom was American and the other American -trained, pronounced Clairvius Narcisse dead. His body was identified by his oldest sister, Marie Claire, who affixed her thumbprint to the death certificate, and he was buried the next day. Eighteen years later, Angelina Narcisse was walking through the village marketplace when she was approached by someone claiming to be Clairvius Narcisse. The man identified himself by a boyhood nickname which had not been used for years and which was known only to members of the immediate family, and he had a bizarre tale to tell. He said that shortly before he was pronounced dead, he felt as if his skin was on fire, with insects crawling beneath it. He heard his sister Angelina weeping as he was pronounced dead, felt the sheet being pulled up over his face. Horrifyingly, although he was unable to move or speak, he remained lucid and aware the entire time, even as his coffin was nailed shut and buried. He even had a scar which he claimed was sustained as one of the coffin nails was driven through his face. He felt the sensation of floating above the grave. There he remained, for how long he did not know, until the coffin as opened by the bokor and his henchmen. He was beaten into submission, bound, gagged, and spirited away to a sugar plantation that was to be his home for the next two years. On the plantation, Narcisse and some other zombies labored from sunup to sunset, pausing for only one spare meal a day. He would later report that he passed his time there in a dream-like state, devoid of will or volition, with events unfolding before him as if in slow motion. Freedom came two years later. One of the zombies was being beaten by the bokor for insubordination, and in desperation the would-be victim managed to grab a hoe and kill his tormentor. The zombies all then escaped. Narcisse spent the next sixteen years wandering the Haitian countryside. He wrote to his family repeatedly, but his letters went unanswered. Only after the death of the brother he believed had arranged to have him done in did he dare to return to his village. In 1982 his case came to the attention of two researchers: Dr. Nathan Kline, a prominent psychopharmacologist who had worked in Haiti for thirty years and who had played a central role in establishing the Centre de Psychologie et Neurologie Mars-Kline, Haiti’s first (and only) modern psychiatric facility, and Dr. Lamarque Douyon, the center’s director. These men realized that opening up the grave of Clairvius Narcisse would tell them little. If the man claiming to be Narcisse was a fraud, he (or his coconspirators) could easily have removed the body themselves. On the other hand, if he had truly been a victim of zombification, those responsible could have substituted another body, which by then would be unidentifiable (this was in the days before DNA fingerprinting). Instead, with the help of Narcisse’s family, Dr. Douyon came up with a series of questions about his intimate family history, which the man claiming to be Narcisse answered correctly. There was certainly no apparent motive for fraud in this case (zombies in Haiti are treated as complete social outcasts). His answers, together with the testimony of Narcisse’s family, neighbors, and physicians, convinced Dr. Douyon that the man claiming to be Narcisse was indeed who he claimed to be. If his story was true – and there was every reason to believe it was – then it would be expected that there would be a material explanation – some kind of drug which reduced the heartbeat and ventilation to imperceptible levels while allowing the victim to be brought back from the brink of death. The potential value of such a drug was enormous, as a new anaesthetic or even as a means of inducing suspended animation for astronauts on long space flights. In 1982, at Kline’s behest, a twenty-eight-year-old Harvard graduate student named Wade Davis journeyed to Haiti in search of the secret of the zombie poison.
Originally posted by TruthxIsxInxThexMist
reply to post by One Step Beyond...
That woman standing behind the corpse is holding her up with one hand surely.....
bloody spooky though.....
Originally posted by Kandinsky
reply to post by Griffo515
Looking at that body and imagining the dirty deed is a no brainer.
Not even if I was marinaded in Viagra overnight and 'encouraged' by Megan Fox would it even be possible. lol
I've just comprehended the horror of what necrophilia really is about. Barf!
Originally posted by k0mbination
reply to post by Hefficide
yeah could be, but wouldn't the locals not want to touch? you know the old leper fear. she sure looks dead
Originally posted by defcon5
Originally posted by dragnet53
you can't tell that is photoshopped? My GOD I can tell that so easily. SOmebody just took the woman in that picture and made her look like an undead. The lighting in the face and hair are all wrong and look to crisp and clean.
This is a hoax.