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Indiana_Jones
20th January 2006, 17:16
Ok this is a 'copy and paste' job. Too slack to type up my own wording :shifty:

I posted this in 'Last one to post in here gets a dollar' but thought I might slap it up here too (to the MOD feel free to move this as you see fit)

Anywho....This story is like it's almost taken out of a Vincent Price horror ;)
Read on, if you dare...

**Warning scary pics at the bottom for the faint of heart**

In 1927, the 50 year old Karl Tanzler arrived in Key West, Florida.

Originaly from Dresden, Germany, and having recently abandoned his wife and two daughters, he now called himself 'Count Carl Von Cosel' and claimed to have nine university degrees.

He found employment as an x-ray technician and bacteriologist at Marine Hospital; in his spare time he built an airship, tinkered with curious electrical devices and played music on his home-made organ.

Then, at the hospital in April 1930, he met the woman of his dreams. Her name was Elena Milagro Hoyos, a beautiful twenty year old Spanish Cuban. She was dying from tuberculosis

From this moment on Von Cosel was obsessed. Convinced he had dreamed about her for decades and that she was destined to be his bride, he lavished her with gifts (which she accepted), proposals of marriage (which she rejected) and set about trying to cure her with electric shock machines and potions of his own devising, which included specks of gold amongst their ingredients.

Elena died in October 1931, aged just 22.

The heartbroken Von Cosel paid for a lavish funeral for his beloved, and she was buried.

However, unable to stand the thought of his darling Elena rotting underground, Von Cosel designed and built for her an ornate mausoleum. Her body was disinterred, placed in a new metal coffin and housed in the crypt. Night after night, Von Cosel sat next to her coffin and began, he believed, to communicate with Elena. She begged him to release her from her 'prison' so they could be together.

Unable to resist, one dark night in April 1933, Von Cosel stole Elena from the crypt and took her to his airship (which he had christened 'Countess Elaine' - one day, he planned to fly with Elena to the stars). Here, he began the job of resurrection. For the next seven years, he held her body together with piano wire, put glass eyes where her real ones used to be, made a wig of her own hair and, piece by piece, strenthened her skin with wax and silk. He treated her with lotions and potions and electrotherapy. Amongst his ressurection tools was a million volt tesla coil. He serenaded her with his home-made organ and slept beside her.

By 1940 the rumours could no longer be ignored. Eleyna’s sister decided to check things out for herself and headed out to the shack to confront him. She heard music and peered through the window to see the Count playing the organ and much to her horror, she saw her sister propped up in bed wearing a wedding dress and a ring on her finger! Eleyna had been dead for nine years!. The Count was arrested and imprisoned to await trial for 'malicious and wanton disfigurement of a grave'.

Public interest in the case was huge. The local funeral home spotted an opportunity and put Elena's corpse on display. Over 6000 peaple came to view her body in three days.

Incredibly, the public were largely sympathetic. Many people thought that what the Count had done was marvelously romantic. He had many visitors to his cell offering gifts and support. At one time, a gang of giggling Cuban prostitutes turned up, offering their services to him for free. Two local friends posted the $1000 bail and he was released.

In court, the grand jury found no law under which Von Cosel could be tried which was not limited by the statute of limitations (two years was the statutory limitation for molesting a grave, and Elena had been with the Count for seven years). Having been declared 'sane' he was released without charge.

After declaring him 'sane', the same doctors performed the autopsy on Elena. What they discovered remained secret till 1972, when Dr. DePoo made his confession.

"I made the examination in the funeral home. The breasts really felt real. In the vaginal area, I found a tube wide enough to permit sexual intercourse. At the bottom of the tube was cotton, and in an examination of the cotton, I found there was sperm. Then I knew we were dealing with a sexual pervert."

Elena's body was buried in a secret, unmarked grave.

Facing financial difficulties, the Count left Key West to live with his sister in Zephyrhills, where he spent his days writing his memoirs and telling his story to tourists, selling them mementoes and showing them a wax replica of Elena he had made using her deathmask.

In July 1952 Von Cosel was found dead, slumped over the effigy of his beloved Elena.

In a final twist, evidence has come to light that one of those responsible for the secret burial of Elena's corpse made a switch, burying a weighted box and returning Elena to Von Cosel, which means the image of Elena he proudly displayed to tourists was not a replica at all...

Muahahahahahahahaha (Ok I added that part)

-Indy

thealmightytaco
20th January 2006, 17:32
My world is so much more enriched for having read that.

What?

sedge
20th January 2006, 17:32
Like I always say... You gotta have a hobby... Thank god for motorbikes.

Sedge.

SixPackBack
20th January 2006, 17:55
Mmmmmmmm.....necrophilia...cold, dry and tighter than a snappers arsehole!:msn-wink:

thealmightytaco
20th January 2006, 17:59
You've tasted snapper?!?!

SixPackBack
20th January 2006, 18:01
You've tasted snapper?!?!

No but I've tasted tight :rolleyes:

Jackrat
20th January 2006, 18:26
An inflatable doll would of been a darn side easier.

froggyfrenchman
20th January 2006, 18:40
that makes my obsessions seem relitivly sane(ish)

Indiana_Jones
20th January 2006, 20:23
It reminds me of 'Poison' by Alice Cooper lol

-Indy

Colapop
20th January 2006, 20:25
An inflatable doll would of been a darn side easier.
Maybe that was his side business?

Indiana_Jones
20th January 2006, 21:52
You never close your eyes any more
When I kiss your lips
And there's no tenderness like before
In your fingertips
You're trying hard not to show it baby
But baby, baby I know it

You've lost that living feeling
Oh, that living feeling
You've lost that living feeling
Now it's gone, gone, gone
Whoa-oh

-Indy

thealmightytaco
20th January 2006, 23:57
You never close your eyes any more
When I kiss your lips
And there's no tenderness like before
In your fingertips
You're trying hard not to show it baby
But baby, baby I know it

You've lost that living feeling
Oh, that living feeling
You've lost that living feeling
Now it's gone, gone, gone
Whoa-oh

-Indy

Apt. Tedious but apt.

MSTRS
21st January 2006, 08:31
It reminds me of 'Poison' by Alice Cooper lol

-Indy
Poison doesn't really do it for me. Surely it would have to be Cooper's Cold Ethyl (...in refrigerator heaven...)
or I Love the Dead (....before they're cold, their blueing flesh, for me to hold. While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave, I have other uses for you darling.....)

yungatart
21st January 2006, 09:04
You are all sick, not to mention, well, just sick....

SixPackBack
21st January 2006, 10:51
Poison doesn't really do it for me. Surely it would have to be Cooper's Cold Ethyl (...in refrigerator heaven...)
or I Love the Dead (....before they're cold, their blueing flesh, for me to hold. While friends and lovers mourn your silly grave, I have other uses for you darling.....)

Iggy pop...........'in the death car'?

Colapop
21st January 2006, 11:03
Apt. Tedious but apt.
You expected something else in a thread that he started - so he could use that again?

BuFfY
9th February 2006, 16:24
Indy you are very weird... I like it ;)

Sniper
9th February 2006, 18:13
Is the world not safe from anything??? AAAAARGH!!!

TraD_MaN
9th February 2006, 20:13
o my god :shit:

Indiana_Jones
9th February 2006, 22:29
o my god :shit:

He's mine too :)

-Indy

Indiana_Jones
31st July 2006, 00:17
Darkness falls across the land
The midnite hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize yawls neighbourhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpses shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzy ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller

MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!

-Indy

Magua
31st July 2006, 00:20
SAMUEL ADAMS, allways a good decision.

Clockwork
31st July 2006, 08:25
Talk about ressurrecting the dead!!!
:bleh:

Lias
31st July 2006, 15:09
Just buy one of these imo: http://www.realdoll.com/

Finn
31st July 2006, 15:20
So what, he spent 9 years living with a corpse. Who here is married?

Edbear
31st July 2006, 19:45
So what, he spent 9 years living with a corpse. Who here is married?



Yo' gonna start sumthin....:wait:

MattRSK
24th December 2006, 14:08
<img src="http://www.spanglerbluesproductions.com/RudeProductions/CDCovers/KP%20-%20Raise%20The%20Dead.jpg">

Laava
24th December 2006, 15:38
That story fully endorses my lifestyle choice!:shutup:

Lias
24th December 2006, 16:14
Erotic sensations tingle my spine
A dead body lying next to mine
Smooth blue black lips
I start salivating as we kiss
Mine forever this sweet death
I cannot forget your soft breaths
Panting excitedly with my hands around your neck


Mmmm Slayery goodness