What's your worst fear? For me, it's hard to pick just one. There are so many (perhaps too many). One of the top trepidations is my fear of being buried alive.
That is just a little too terrifying to handle. Think about it. If you were buried six feet under and woke up in your coffin, would anyone really hear your screams? I don't think so, which is why the story of Margorie McCall is so chilling.
The legend of Margorie McCall begins at Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland.
In 1705, it's said that McCall died from a fever of some kind. In order to prevent the disease from spreading, she was quickly buried.
When McCall was laid to rest, she was still wearing her very valuable wedding ring. Her husband tried to remove it, but was unable to because of the swelling. Hearing she was buried with such a valuable piece of jewelry, a pair of grave robbers set out to steal the ring from McCall's body the very next night.
However, they also had trouble getting the ring off her finger, so they decided to cut the finger off. As soon as they sliced into her hand, McCall woke up with a scream and the robbers fled.
Then, still in a sort of daze, McCall wandered home. She knocked on the door, and according to legend, when her husband saw her in her burial clothes, he dropped dead of shock.
He was supposedly buried in the very grave that McCall had just left.
Surprisingly, McCall went on to live out the rest of her days in relative happiness. She even remarried and had several more children.
When she did die, she was returned to Shankill Cemetery for her eternal rest. Her grave is marked with a placard reading "Lived Once, Buried Twice."
(via Cult of Weird)
Now that is what I call a spooky urban legend. It gives me a little bit of hope that if I'm ever buried alive, there's a slim chance I'll escape. But then again, if not for the grave robbers, this woman would have been a goner.