Sarah Dalhart died on January 9, 2018. She was found in her apartment in Bluefield, West Virginia, sitting in a chair by the window, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes open. The coroner estimated she had been dead for three days before anyone noticed. There were no signs of a struggle, illness, or injury. Her heart had simply stopped. The official cause of death was cardiac arrest. However, the coroner noted something unusual in his report. Her body showed no signs of rigor mortis or decomposition. Even after three days, her skin remained smooth and cool to the touch, as if she had died only moments before. When they tried to move her, her body was incredibly heavy, like the children in 1968. It took four people to lift her into the coroner’s van. By the time she arrived at the morgue, she weighed practically nothing.
Eric Halloway attended her funeral. There were six people present, including the priest. No family, no friends, just social workers and a few curious locals who had heard about this strange woman who never aged. She was buried in a public cemetery on the outskirts of town, in an unmarked grave. Halloway stood at the edge of the plot after everyone had left and later wrote that he felt something shift in the air as soon as the first shovelful of dirt touched the coffin. Not a sound, not a movement, but a presence, suddenly absent, as if a pressure were being released. He described it as the sensation of a held breath finally being exhaled. He stayed until the grave was filled, then returned to his car. He never wrote the book he had planned. He never released the full recording of his conversation with Sarah. In 2019, he moved to the Pacific Northwest and stopped researching Appalachian history altogether. When asked why, he simply replied, “Some stories aren’t meant to be told.” Some things are better left buried. Family
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