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Don't Bury Your Dead by the River

Beware the Ohio riverside after dark - or so say legends that warn of a foul, nightmarish creature that returns to life seeking vengeance! Today, we discuss the lore of the "Muddy Men," a dark, Ohio tale, and briefly uncover the creature behind the stories. See references and sources on ballyraven.com (https://ballyraven.com) . Listen to the show early! Become a BCwPA Agent for free. (https://patreon.com/ballyraven?utm_me...) Support the show, get a field illustration print! (https://ballyraven.etsy.com) Learn more about today's subject. (https://www.ballyraven.com/bcwpaguide) Ask us a question! (https://www.ballyraven.com/copy-of-ma...) (https://www.ballyraven.com/copy-of-ma...) File a Witness/Sighting Report! (https://www.ballyraven.com/report) CRYPTID: the Muddy Man EPISODE TYPE: Case File, Dramatic Reenactment, Ghost Story, Folklore, Superstition LOCATION: Ohio River, Ohio, Kentucky ANIMAL TYPE: Undead, Reanimated Corpse, Zombie MUSIC (from Free Music Archive) Songs by the Monroeville Music Center  in order of appearance: Another Cigarette for Gul Mohammed B004 A Minuit, le 31 Decembre B005 Rainbow Bomb Hairy Fairy Hotaruna B001 Jim Hall - Empty 32 Advent Chamber Orchestra - Vivaldi - Credo  Crucifixus SOUND EFFECTS (from Freesound) 259643__stevious42, "gentle-rain" 388884__australopithecusman, "orange-squashhead-smashgory" 390740__funwithsound, "wind-2" 244942__spoonbender, "wind-through-trees-3b" 445614__cllari__owi, "scrubbing-on-a-wooden-deck-or-floor" 452597, "kyles__door-wood-int-trailer-rv-deadbolt-flimsy-hollow-roomy-slow-thump-various" 258392__constructabeat, "stop-start-tape" 329605__inspectorj, "footsteps-light-mud-a" 475542__mirko111, "walking-through-high-grass-short" 376809__alex_hears_things, "muddy-and-wet-footsteps" 58626__kathol, "a-moaning-zombie" 144002__arrigd, "zombie-roar-8" 157027__slave2thelight, "solo-zombie-1" 321527__isaria, "zombiesequence" 377533__13fpanska_machacova_petra, "zombie" 445983__breviceps, "zombie-gargles" 464334__andron827, "rain-rws-natural-3-23-2019-151am" 25945__inchadney, "owl" 553513__popocot, "monster-sounds-2" 231536__vkproduktion, "creek-06-loop" 346046__yemimoses, "digging1" 441821__fst180081, "180081-sledge-hammer-on-mulch-01" 333832__nick121087, "demonic-woman-scream" 511282__snapssound, "nighttime-frogs_ambience_01" TRANSCRIPT Welcome, Agents. As the days grow longer, we spend more time outside. And as it grows warmer, we tend to stay out later, linguring with the setting sun, braving the night. In some places, this may not be a great decision, which brings me to today’s question, Hi, Ballyraven. Someone told me that cemeteries have to be buried a certain distance away from the river because of an old superstition. Something about a ritual to bring them back to life, or a creepy superstition. I don’t remember exactly, it was a long time ago, but there were a series of events where corpses could come to life and it was specifically about the Ohio River and its special, evil, qualities. Do you know anything about this? TBD23, Chillicothe, OH. Yes, this is a story, a belief I’m quite familiar with and can tell you all about. Titled “the Case of the Ohio River Graves” in the archives, today’s lesson explores the state’s strange, obscure legend that ties murder, corpses, and new life into one chilling tale. But, not all is what it seems… Jack fiddled with the coat hook, deep in thought. It had been nearly a month. He was safe. He was. It was time to get out and relax a little. He stared at the door. Was that…? Pulling a scarf from his neck, he scratched furiously at the wood. Trying to breathe deeply, slowly, Jack felt the pressure building in his chest and eyed the entryway anxiously. Had he missed anything else? The dull wooden floor had never shone so brightly, completely scrubbed of filth. The little room’s walls were freshly painted white. Even the ceiling took on an almost reflective quality. Dust would not be found on the trim, nor dirt in any wooden cracks. Perhaps the door, though, needed a more abrasive cleaning; the porous material drank in stains. But, if there was imperfection here…. What about there? It had been a month, but, still—what if? The sick feeling returned to his stomach and head. It became harder to breathe. He must go and make sure things were taken care of. He pulled on the coat hook and studied the door. It must be later than this, though. In case. Rhythmically, he tapped his thumb on the metal, thinking. The door. The door. The door, he thought. The door, first. Grabbing his baggy coat, he decided to grab the plane and scraper from his shed. Hopefully the neighbors had gone in for the evening. *** A brisk, early-spring breeze blew the stench of the river upland. Relief washed over Jack; fishy was normal. Climbing down a particularly tricky cliff, he was back at the spot. It did not seem tha...