The Valley of Dry Bones
The Gaillard Auditorium Site
Charleston, South Carolina
Them archeologists is over here. Digging. Right where they found the jaw bone and some teeth. Got thirty-seven graves. So far.
They know what they doing, let me tell you that. I mean, they don’t think it was plague or nothing, on account of the graves all being dug at different depths.
See them rectangular black places in the dirt? Them’s where the bodies are. Ain’t found no nails or nothing, so they think they was wrapped in cloth or something before they was buried. Apparently, rotting bodies make the dirt darker.
They do five at the time. Scrape off a little soil. Take out whatever bones they can. Catalog them and wrap them in that foil stuff and put them in them wood boxes. One box per body. They say they can tell all kinds of things when they test them, but we’ll see.
No. No pictures of the bones. Though, I gotta say, that one there, the one with its skull all turned sideways……well, I’ve had dreams about him, you know. He don’t look like he died happy.
Funny thing is, they all have this odd piece of bone on them. Not human. In the same place, right at the center of the rib cage. Like somebody put it there or something.
Except for this one right here. He had the same weird piece of bone, smack-dab in the same place. But all them churchified crosses strung around the body………..who do you suppose he was?
And, that’s my theory…….that the bones at the Gaillard are the work of Charleston’s first serial killer, courtesy of some voodoo root.
A Charleston series. The first post in the series is here, the second post is here, the third post is here, the fourth post is here, the fifth post is here, the sixth post is here, the seventh post is here, the eighth post is here, the ninth post is here, the tenth post is here, the eleventh post is here, the twelfth post is here and the thirteenth post is here. Thank you for reading.