Speaker 1: Unsolved mysteries. Truth is stranger than fiction. We are endeavoring
Speaker 1: to bring to you little known mysteries of the entire world.
Speaker 1: And in this series of unexplained true happenings, we cannot
Speaker 1: overlook the puzzling and weird practices found in Voodooism. There
Speaker 1: are strange stories of zombies, stories which kills are into
Speaker 1: the world of everyday life, leaving no room for doubt
Speaker 1: that within the cult of Buddhism. In it zombies do exist.
Speaker 2: Yeah, I sco nothing happen for something and.
Speaker 1: The scene is glamorous. At a few miles from Porto Prance,
Speaker 1: a long, low, rambling bungalow, bathed in the liquid beams
Speaker 1: of a silver moon, faces the open sea. Behind the
Speaker 1: cape rises in serid ridges of blacks and purples, and
Speaker 1: beyond that saintly ominous. The deep, constant rhythm of the
Speaker 1: voodoo drums seems to belong to another world. Three men
Speaker 1: sit on the lanai or veranda, facing the beach. One
Speaker 1: of them tall, slender, young in years, but with gray
Speaker 1: hair and blind face, stares out into nothing. The elderly
Speaker 1: man by his side looks at the third and raises
Speaker 1: bushy eyebrows the third man, a stranger to a t
Speaker 1: speaks very decent of you, fellows to invite me out here.
Speaker 1: I sort of feel that hell that I'm putting you
Speaker 1: to a lot of extra work. Lot of better servants
Speaker 1: take care of all the extra work. We're glad of
Speaker 1: your company, pluck yestrong. I'm going down there. You must, yes,
Speaker 1: but don't belong. I won't, but don't wait up for me.
Speaker 1: Good night, good night night. In a moment, after Strong's
Speaker 1: out of hearing, I'll be able to explain that's all right,
Speaker 1: I think I understand. Just a minute, I'll look down
Speaker 1: the pathway. Yes, he's gone all right. In spite of
Speaker 1: what he said, we can't turn in. Although you're a
Speaker 1: stranger here. I'm going to do what white men have
Speaker 1: to do in the tropics. I'm going to ask for
Speaker 1: your help if I need it. You won't have to ask, Quice.
Speaker 1: I didn't think so. That's why I asked you at
Speaker 1: the hotel if you'd like to come off to our place.
Speaker 1: A few moments ago. You said you thought you understood. Yes.
Speaker 1: I know, of course, as it was just a.
Speaker 3: Year ago to day that Strong's wife died.
Speaker 1: I was in New York at the time, and we
Speaker 1: were all very much upset. I never knew Strong, but
Speaker 1: I went to school with his wife, Helen, and I
Speaker 1: didn't because of his wife's death that I want you tonight,
Speaker 1: because of what happened after her death. After her death, Yes,
Speaker 1: do you know where Strong went?
Speaker 4: Just now?
Speaker 1: He went down to her grave, because he has every
Speaker 1: night for six months, Am good heavens? Why That's what
Speaker 1: I'm going to explain. When Strong first came out here,
Speaker 1: he had a native servant girl, Clarissima. Her name was
Speaker 1: attractive little thing, and she fell in love with Strong.
Speaker 1: Strong never gave her a thought, but you know native women,
Speaker 1: of course. Well, Helen came out here and the night
Speaker 1: before their marriage they were sitting just about here of
Speaker 1: a verandah, oh, Johnny, it's too grehend to be here
Speaker 1: with you.
Speaker 4: Then?
Speaker 3: What do you think it is for me, deling, to
Speaker 3: have you here in my arms, to know that tomorrow
Speaker 3: you'll be mine?
Speaker 1: Forever? Darling? Yes, Johnny, forever.
Speaker 3: When I think of the nights I've sat out here
Speaker 3: dreaming watching the ships sailing for the States, and then
Speaker 3: other nights when I've watched these seen steamers come into
Speaker 3: the harbor and tried to imagine what you'd look like
Speaker 3: standing there on the deck coming out to me. Did
Speaker 3: your dream come true to you? Did you find me changed?
Speaker 1: Little James?
Speaker 3: Dear spelling, but better than a thousand dreams. So welcome
Speaker 3: at luck Dot. Time for little girls to be in bed,
Speaker 3: especially when they're going to be married in the morning.
Speaker 1: I hate to think of driving you out of your bungalow,
Speaker 1: even for one night. I could just as easily state
Speaker 1: at the one time. Oh not a bit of it, Dear.
Speaker 3: It'll take me less than five minutes to walk down
Speaker 3: to Clark's place. Good night, Dear, goodnight John, John.
Speaker 1: Larissima, What on earth are you doing here at this
Speaker 1: time of night? Why aren't you home with your father?
Speaker 3: I have been watching you.
Speaker 1: You've been watching me, You and the woman. What's the
Speaker 1: matter with you? What's come over you? What business have
Speaker 1: you watching us? I have every business. You belong to me.
Speaker 1: I have belonged to you. What rubbish is this? You're talking?
Speaker 1: No rubbish, John, You have belonged to me since that
Speaker 1: night that the Polka placed his spell upon him. Have
Speaker 1: you been drinking clarisma? You know I do not drink. John,
Speaker 1: If you marry this woman. I tell you something.
Speaker 3: In three months she will be dead.
Speaker 1: Though now listen to Larissima. I am not afraid of
Speaker 1: your bow oars, your voodoos, or you're a wanger. I
Speaker 1: have told you marry that woman, and before the setting
Speaker 1: of the third moons, she will be dead. Clarisamaus spoke
Speaker 1: the truth. Before the third moon had set, Helen was dead.
Speaker 1: In his grief, John gave no thought of her prophecy,
Speaker 1: gave no thought to the warning that the wangor spell
Speaker 1: of the book or had been placed upon her. Clark,
Speaker 1: John Strong's friend came to live with him, and one afternoon, Strong,
Speaker 1: arriving home earlier than usual, came up the veranda steps
Speaker 1: in time to hear Clark talking to one of the
Speaker 1: native servants. I'll carry it to you. Must. I have
Speaker 1: heard it too many times. It's nonsense longer just jungle talk,
Speaker 1: native rubbish. No must many times before a white man,
Speaker 1: he say rubbish. But me, Loma. He sees Zumbie, not
Speaker 1: one zombie, not two, but many zombies worked back there
Speaker 1: in Sugarcane, but not a white woman, Loma. No one
Speaker 1: ever to follow this Clark or we were just talking,
Speaker 1: didn't hear you come in. I know you didn't, and
Speaker 1: I'm sorry, old man, but I listened. Oh yes, I listened.
Speaker 1: I know you were talking about Helen. Now what was
Speaker 1: they called? Just jungle nonsense, so nothing to even think about.
Speaker 1: I'll be the best judge of that. Tell me Loma. No, no, Master,
Speaker 1: If Master understand, he show Alona all comes frong. You're
Speaker 1: making a puzzle and not Loma. Yes, must I ever
Speaker 1: beat you? Hell mush time going to Loma. Beat you
Speaker 1: till you can't stand. If you don't tell Nelson John,
Speaker 1: this is no way to behave I tell you you
Speaker 1: come with me and I'll explain. Come where, Come along
Speaker 1: and I'll show you. Together. The two men leave the bungalow. Loma,
Speaker 1: his eyes filled with tears, stands at the top of
Speaker 1: the Lani steps and watches them disappear into the underbrush
Speaker 1: down toward the sea. Clark leads the way, his set
Speaker 1: jaw the only answer to Strong's question for at this
Speaker 1: pathway doesn't lead any place except for the cemetery. I
Speaker 1: know that's where they're going. What in Heaven's names it
Speaker 1: all about? Why don't you tell me? I want to
Speaker 1: prove that the whole thing is nonsense. Before I I
Speaker 1: thought you are my friend. I'm friend enough to want
Speaker 1: to save your reason. Oh there's an open grave. Go ahead,
Speaker 1: I want to get that paid. Clark Clark. What Helen's
Speaker 1: grave it's been opened? What her grave? Clark, it's been opened.
Speaker 1: You'll fight out in a minute. Now stand back while
Speaker 1: I do. Let me talk, let me know.
Speaker 4: In order to be yet, Clark Clark, the casket's gone.
Speaker 4: These devils have taken her.
Speaker 1: By Helen for the dynable voodoo, No John, no Bomby.
Speaker 1: At breakneck speed, the two men race back to their bungalow.
Speaker 1: Loma from the Veranda season coming up the pathway and
Speaker 1: runs to meet them. In silence, Clark points to the
Speaker 1: brush and Loma and the lead breaks into the thick
Speaker 1: tropic growth. Dusk finds them struggling up the steep slopes
Speaker 1: of the cape with that energy born of forensic fear
Speaker 1: and snameless horror. Loma holds up his hand. In the
Speaker 1: strained silence, the men listened to the sharp crack of
Speaker 1: cane knives on stalks of cain. The crackling of falling
Speaker 1: kane leaves Loma motions storm to come forward. He forces
Speaker 1: aside the sugar cane and stares horror stricken into the
Speaker 1: clearing hell him coll him, tell him horrible clock, ghastly story.
Speaker 1: You understand now why John acts as he does, and
Speaker 1: why I wanted you hear some friense. She was buried alive. Oh,
Speaker 1: she wasn't buried alive. She wasn't dead as she was dead.
Speaker 1: She was a zombie, a dead person raised from the grave,
Speaker 1: the body without mining or soul.
Speaker 4: It's impossible, That's.
Speaker 1: What I said to No. Helen was dead, killed by
Speaker 1: the curse bought on her like Clarismal's jealous hatred, and
Speaker 1: raised from the grave to be a zombie by the
Speaker 1: same who do it them? That killed? Yes, clarisamore, what
Speaker 1: happened to her? The natives killed and Helen? You you
Speaker 1: buried her? A Gama had a salt. Salt, Yes, salt.
Speaker 1: His zombies eat anything containing salt. They returned to their
Speaker 1: graves in peace. And you fed her salt. Yes, she
Speaker 1: crumpled up at our feet dead, really dead. Out of
Speaker 1: deference to people who are still alive, character names in
Speaker 1: these unsolved mysteries have been changed inasmuch as any solution
Speaker 1: must have necessity, be supposition. Liberties of time, place, and
Speaker 1: character exist in the solution that will be presented after
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Speaker 1: Ladies and gentlemen, the solution for which you've been waiting,
Speaker 1: Have you really a reasonable explanation of how such a
Speaker 1: thing could have happened? I'll answer that by asking you
Speaker 1: a question. Do you think that any explanation of such
Speaker 1: a ghastly affair could be classified as reasonable? No? I
Speaker 1: suppose not. But it happened, and so I say, how
Speaker 1: could it happen the first place? Don't imagine this is
Speaker 1: an isolated case. So serious is the matter of zombies
Speaker 1: in the island of Haiti that the government has been
Speaker 1: compelled to pass the following law. Article two forty nine
Speaker 1: of the Court Canal of the Republic of had also
Speaker 1: shall be qualified as attempted murder the employment which may
Speaker 1: be made against any person of substances which, without causing
Speaker 1: actual death, produces a lethargic chma more or less prolonged.
Speaker 1: If after the administration of such substances the person has
Speaker 1: been buried, the acts shall be considered murdered, no matter
Speaker 1: what the result of follows. Then the government thinks that
Speaker 1: these zombies of people who have been poisoned and who
Speaker 1: have been certified as dead and buried while in the
Speaker 1: state of suspended animation. I mean that they have been
Speaker 1: given a poison that kills the brain but leaves their
Speaker 1: motor faculties unimpaired. Between you and me, I don't think
Speaker 1: that the government really believes that. But after all, how
Speaker 1: would you try to fame a law against taking corpses
Speaker 1: out of their grades and making them work in the
Speaker 1: cane field? Yes? I see the difficulty there, but just
Speaker 1: the same I don't see how even Buddhism can make
Speaker 1: a corpse walk. Have you ever heard of inanimate objects
Speaker 1: being moved by the power of mind? And isn't it
Speaker 1: possible as the same worker in black magic or Buddhism
Speaker 1: that kills a person by power of mine could take
Speaker 1: that inanimate object to the corpse and make it move.
Speaker 1: Do you believe that? Yes? And I'll give you the
Speaker 1: final proof, at least my way of thinking.
Speaker 4: What is that?
Speaker 1: The fact that the natives themselves killed Clarisma, the native girl,
Speaker 1: because they knew that were the assistance of the witch doctors.
Speaker 1: She killed and made a zombie house of Helen