Maggie Kite refused to die.
In 1899, Maggie died of an unknown illness. She was laid out in the parlor, per the family’s custom, and by the end of the evening she sat up on the table and inquired as to what was being served for dinner.
The family was rightfully overjoyed at the return of Maggie, but that joy was short lived.
Within a week, Maggie was dead again, but by the hand of her uncle. He claimed that she had assaulted him on their way home from Sunday service. When the family called the police to arrest him, he defended his actions with a revelation.
Maggie had attempted to eat him.
He had large bite wounds on his back and shoulders.
As the police were questioning the uncle, Maggie was resurrected again, and she readily admitted to trying to eat her mother’s brother.
When asked why Maggie replied that she was hungry.
Over the course of the following year, Maggie was found to have eaten two horses, nine pigs, and three cows. The bones and remnants of dozens of other small animals and birds were discovered in the woods around the family’s home, but it wasn’t until the neighbor’s newborn daughter went missing that the family decided to take action.
Maggie’s father shot her twice in the head.
Within an hour, however, Maggie was up and about.
And furious over her family’s betrayal.
By the time she was finished, Maggie’s mother, two brothers, the bitten uncle, and three nephews were all injured.
Maggie was shot multiple times, and her father took a drastic measure.
That evening, on January 23, 1903, Maggie was buried in seventeen separate pieces around Cross. Her head remained unburied, for her father sealed it in a lead canister, and he and Duncan Blood brought it out to sea, dropping it into the Atlantic.
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