After This Woman Died, Her Family Discovered Something Extremely Shocking in Her Coffin

“Life and death, like two facets of a single coin, are inextricably linked. While we embrace the vitality of existence, we must also confront the inevitability of mortality. And that’s what Essie Dunbar’s family had to grapple with after her unexpected death.

At the funeral, they asked to open the coffin to say their final goodbye and were shocked by what they found. Essie Dunbar, a kind-hearted girl from the close-knit town of Blackwell, South Carolina, grew up in a warm and caring family. Her sweet disposition and radiant smile endeared her to all. But her life was overshadowed by her epilepsy, which plagued her with frequent seizures.

Essie lived in constant hope that each episode would be the last, but the reality was that she could never escape the next occurrence, especially the ones that struck in public spaces. The fear and anxiety they evoked made it a daunting task for her to venture outside, and it took great courage to face the world anew after each debilitating attack.

However, despite these unavoidable setbacks, Essie found solace in her faith in God. She was a devoted member of the African Methodist Episcopal Church. For Essie, the church became more than just a place of worship; it became a sanctuary where her burdens were lightened through fervent prayers and unwavering faith. She found comfort in surrendering her fears and uncertainties to a higher power.

Throughout Essie’s childhood, her life was marred by distressing epilepsy episodes, yet she refused to let them define her. With determination and hard work, she blossomed into a remarkable young woman, steadfast in her pursuit of success.

By the time she reached her 30s, Essie had carved out a life of her own, residing in her own apartment and holding down two jobs. Through her sheer perseverance, she steadily climbed the ladder of achievement, never allowing her epilepsy to dampen her spirits. Over time, as she learned to identify the triggers that instigated her seizures, she made a conscious effort to avoid these triggers, gaining a semblance of control over her condition.

However, she understood that life was unpredictable, and no amount of preparation could safeguard her from unforeseen circumstances. One sweltering morning in the summer of 1915, Essie overslept, a rare occurrence that set the stage for an unforeseen calamity.

Frustration and worry clouded her mind as she contemplated the mountain of files awaiting her at the office. “How will I ever complete this workload?” she muttered anxiously. Arriving at the office later than usual, she was plagued by exhaustion but immediately immersed herself in her tasks.

Hours ticked away, and it was well into the evening when she finally submitted her work for approval. Drained of all energy, she dragged herself home, her body aching with fatigue. Unbeknownst to Essie, her weariness had caused her to overlook a crucial detail: taking her medication.

Oblivious to the impending disaster, she collapsed into bed, seeking respite from the strains of the day. As the night wore on, Essie was jolted awake, her body convulsing uncontrollably and snared by yet another epileptic attack.

Instinctively, she fumbled for the alarm bell beside her, hoping it would alert her neighbors to her distress and summon help. Thankfully, her neighbors heard the urgent alarm, prompting them to call 9-1-1 immediately. They rushed to Essie’s apartment, pounding on the door, but they heard no response or sounds coming from the apartment.

Failing to rouse her, they made the difficult decision to break in, only to be confronted by a heart-wrenching sight. Essie, unconscious and in the clutches of a seizure. Without wasting a moment, Essie’s neighbors whisked her away to the hospital, where Dr. D.K. Briggs attended to her with earnest determination.

However, after assessing her vital signs, he found no pulse and no signs of breathing. The doctor made a somber pronouncement: Essie was declared dead. As her family and neighbors were all devastated by the news, Essie had always been very close to one of her sisters.

But during this time, her sister was out of town. When the news of Essie’s untimely demise reached her sister, she, for a brief period, clung to the hope that it was all a nightmare, like a figment of her imagination. Tearfully, she stared into the abyss, lost in her memories of the past. Essie was not just their sister; she was her confidant and closest friend.

They had recently compiled a list of dreams and aspirations now left unfulfilled. Through her tears, she wondered what would become of those cherished wishes. If only she had been by Essie’s side that fateful night or at least in her final moments, she believed that perhaps the outcome could have been different.

With the formal declaration of Essie’s passing, her funeral arrangements were swiftly made. It was scheduled for 11 a.m. the following day so that her sister, who was coming from the city of Allendale, could attend. It was crucial for her sister to catch the train to Blackwell, but she couldn’t miss it for anything.

Essie’s sister felt a deep need to be there to bid her sister a final farewell. On the day of Essie’s funeral, mourners gathered solemnly in the church, but Essie’s sister remained absent. A sense of worry settled over the congregation. Had something gone wrong on her journey? Had she decided not to attend after all?

Uncertain about the cause of her delay or how much longer she would take, the priest decided to proceed with the ceremony, holding on to a glimmer of hope that Essie’s sister would join them later. The service unfolded gracefully as three priests solemnly led the proceedings, their words carrying deep meaning, offering solace to those mourning the loss of Essie’s vibrant spirit.

Yet despite the moving sermon, Essie’s sister was nowhere to be seen, an air of concern and anticipation lingering in the church, mingling with the palpable grief. As the time came to lower Essie’s wooden coffin into its final resting place, the mourners watched, their hearts burdened by sorrow.

The morticians began the solemn task of covering the casket with dirt, a symbolic farewell to their beloved Essie. As they nearly reached the halfway point of the burial, an unexpected disruption shattered the stillness. A piercing wail reverberated through the church grounds.

It was Essie’s sister. Without wasting a moment, she ran towards Essie’s burial site and shouted, ‘I need to see my sister. I need to say goodbye.’ As her family and the rest of the funeral attendees felt so sorry for her at that moment, as she was obviously grappling with immense grief, she continued to plead to the priests and asked them to lift Essie’s coffin so she could see her sister one last time.

Recognizing her despair, they listened and granted her wish. Essie’s coffin was raised from the ground. Essie’s sister frantically rubbed the dirt off and unscrewed the nails of the coffin. She was dreading the sight of her dead sister, but she knew that the closure of a final goodbye was what she needed to accept this loss and move on from it.

As her family gathered around, when it came time to reveal their deceased Essie, however, when the time came to open it, her family discovered something extremely shocking. In her coffin, despite Essie’s seemingly lifeless state, her sister and family could clearly see that her chest was faintly rising and falling, a testament to the undeniable presence of breath coursing through her body.

Had it not been for her sister’s timely arrival, Essie would have been buried alive, trapped in her grave. Yet, instead of jubilant embraces and tears of joy, chaos erupted. The three preachers, taken aback, tumbled into the open grave, scrambling to free themselves.

In their frenzy, they inadvertently trampled upon the shortest among them, fracturing his ribs. The other mourners fled in disarray, perceiving Essie as a resurrected specter from beyond. After Essie fully recovered in the hospital, she ventured back into town. Although her family and friends held a deep affection for her, many townspeople viewed her with suspicion, considering her either a cursed being or an eerie undead entity.

Nonetheless, Essie Dunbar persisted, defying death and embracing life. She continued her journey, living for an additional 47 years until finally succumbing to natural causes on May 22, 1962, at the remarkable age of 77. Unlike her previous death, this time it was not epilepsy that claimed her life. Reports suggested that Essie outlived even Dr. Briggs, the physician who had earnestly declared her deceased four decades prior.

Essie Dunbar’s extraordinary story transcended time, captivating the imaginations of generations to come. What would you do if you had a second chance at life like Essie? Let us know in the comments below.