The Damned Story: When people think of early New England, one of the many things that come to mind are the infamous witch trials of the late 17th century, of which Connecticut was quite an active participant with over 40 people tried as witches and at least 10 of them executed.
As the actions of those early residents indicates, during that dark time in our state's history the belief in and fear of supernatural creatures was quite strong -- not only were witches a source of concern, so was the Devil himself (evidenced by no less than 34 different places in Connecticut named in his "honor," as it were). This general sense of apprehension in regards to the supernatural was so deep-rooted and powerful that nearly 200 years after the last supposed "witch" was hanged, people were still paranoid (and somewhat ignorant) enough to believe that the state could be besieged by vampires.
And it's in this fertile breeding ground of fear during the year of 1854 where the most renowned tale of the Jewett City vampires takes place.
As Dracula would not be published by Bram Stoker for another 40 years (in 1897), the type of parasitic entities that Connecticut residents thought existed were not the debonair, romantic bloodsuckers of fiction; far from Count Vlad, Edward or Lestat, the "vampires" of the mid 19th century were thought to be the undead, arisen zombie-like from the grave to find nourishment in the blood of family members.
In this particular case, the family was the Rays of Jewett City, who over the course of nine years lost multiple family members to consumption, which is now known as tuberculosis. The first to die from the mysterious disease was 24-year-old son Lemuel in 1845; less than four years later, family patriarch Henry B. Ray was felled by the same disease. He was followed to the grave in the same manner by 26-year-old son Elisha, only two years afterward.
Three short years later, in 1854, eldest son Henry became stricken with the now all-too-familiar symptoms, and this is when the true panic set in. Now convinced that they were dealing with something well beyond normal disease, the family somehow decided that the untimely demises were being caused by their dead relatives rising from the grave during the night and returning to feast on the blood of the living. Something drastic needed to be done, and done quickly.
According to newspaper accounts of the time, it was with the pure intent of protecting the living that the decomposing bodies of Lemuel and Elisha were dug up and burned immediately. Although it appears the body of Joseph Sr. was spared, it was believed the incendiary action did the trick -- history does not record a specific date for Henry's demise, so it's thought that he survived his affliction.
Interestingly, evidence was discovered in the 1990s that there may have been other earlier suspected "vampires" outside the Ray family. In neighboring Hopeville, 29 graves were unearthed -- an unmarked cemetery of the Walton family, who had lived only two miles from the Rays' farm about 50 years earlier in the early 18th century. Upon archaeological exhumation, it was determined that one of the bodies, which had been decimated by consumption, apparently had been dug up after it was buried, had its head removed, what was left of the skeleton faced down and its femur bones crossed over the chest. Other Walton family members had also evidently died from consumption.
This is only my speculation, but it seems as though when consumption started ravaging the Rays, someone probably had recalled that a similar situation had befallen the Waltons decades before. Taking cues from how the Waltons had stopped their vampiric epidemic, the same type of "tried-and-true" preventative action (i.e. re-kill the dead) may have been employed by the Rays. It seems as though there were other cases throughout New England where this kind of action had occurred, as chronicled in Micheal E. Bell's Food for the Dead: On the Trail of New England's Vampires.
It may seem extreme and in retrospect we know it wasn't necessary, but making extra sure the dead stayed dead made everyone feel better. That doesn't suck, right?
The Register Citizen also has a summary of the story, including the work of state archaeologist Nicholas Bellantoni and others.
Our Damned Experience: We have yet to be so consumed by this story that we have trekked out to Jewett City. Yet.
If You Go: Jewett City Cemetery is located just off of Anthony Steet in the Jewett City borough of Griswold. We haven't been able to find the exact hours, but if it's like most cemeteries, we assume it's open from dawn to dusk. Obviously, we always suggest you obey whatever rules and laws apply, and that you be respectful of those interred there.
Wearing a necklace of garlic is probably not necessary.
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