Buried alive, not once...but twice
In my home town of Basingstoke, there is a true story of something so tragic and horrific, it just makes your skin crawl. When I was a young boy of around 10 or 11 years old, a lady I knew (I can't remember where from) informed me of this horrific story and I was so shocked I just couldn't believe her and went and found out information for myself. To my amazement, the story she told me was indeed true. This true story is about Mrs Alice Blunden, the wife of a well off Malt Merchant, Mr William Blunden. The year is 1674 and Mr Blunden is away on business in London, when Mrs Blunden, a woman known for her large size and enjoyment of Brandy, found herself feeling rather unwell. She called her maid and sent her to the local apothecary to fetch some to ease the pain. The type of pain relief back then, would have been an opiate derived from poppies. So Mrs Blunden drank the poppy water given, and fell into a very deep sleep. So much so that she could not be revived. The doctor was...