Okay, for this as of yet untitled ms.--maybe The Gravediggers?--we'll start with the exhumation of 6 or 7 bodies in 1888 RI, as the father of these people had had a disturbing dream, that he'd had an orchard (which he had) but that half of the trees in his orchard would soon die. He recognizes this as an extended dream-metaphor, thank you, Freud, and this makes him listen more to his family's eerie complaints. His wife has been getting sick, and 5 or 6 of their children had already died. Sarah had been the first, about 19 years old; another daughter was next, though this daughter complains of seeing Sarah, at night, sitting with her (on her?) in bed, causing her pain. This daughter dies, another gets sick, and has the same complaint. The last straw comes when the mother gets sick, and a son, who is of age and about to marry a girl in a neighboring town. The mother complains of the same thing about Sarah. So all of the bodies are exhumed, and all have their hearts burned on a nearby rock in the family cemetary, and all the problems stop. The mother recovers, but the son, after marrying the girl in that neighboring town and becoming a promising young farmer, dies.
Nothing is ever recorded about his death, so, ah ha!, that's how "it" spreads. Vampires, consumption (tb), or plague, I don't know. But I'm hoping for all three. Other isolated cases (one family member) will be mentioned also, but only in the form of consumption, to highlight the panic, but to also show how the panic and ignorance of others hides the true demon.
This all sounds like the hokey local superstition and folklore that it is, but I can make this work in fiction. I'm pretty sure.
This summary of information was obtained through the materials gathered from the free e-books in my free e-Google. Though I understand that Google may one day soon take over the world--the entire company would make a decent James Bond villain--I have to admit that it is incredibly convenient and useful. I've got a couple of emails, my other blog site, and my free books all there. And when I write, I save that writing to a flashdrive, to my emails, to my harddrive, to my Scrivener, and to my free Google documents storage. I do not work for Google, I swear. Not only did I get the above composite information from those free books, but I can also get the clothing, speech, beliefs, etc. from the very old books that I saved for free there, too. My goodness is this convenient and useful. I repeat: I do not work for Google.
So this is the beginning of yet another new work. Wish me well, everyone, as I have a tendency to start new stuff with really good ideas and then stop them cold when I get bored with them. This stuff here, for example, is the root of WIP 7, all novel-length. I hope to do some combining and shuffling, but, boy, I don't know.