Often these rituals were clandestine, lantern-lit affairs. But, particularly in Vermont, they could be quite public, even festive. One vampire heart was reportedly torched on the Woodstock, Vermont, town green in 1830. In Manchester, hundreds of people flocked to a 1793 heart-burning ceremony at a blacksmith’s forge: “Timothy Mead officiated at the altar in the sacrifice to the Demon Vampire who it was believed was still sucking the blood of the then living wife of Captain Burton,” an early town history says. “It was the month of February and good sleighing.”
Smithsonian magazine has a long and fascinating article on "The Great New England Vampire Panic" of the 19th [...]
Out of every 100 people who believe they only need five or six hours of sleep a night, only about five people really do.
The good news in this article about sleep deprivation and the "Sleepless Elite" — the 1-3% of the population who truly only need a few hours of sleep each night to function well — is that the Sleepless Elite sound freaky and unpleasant: "They talk fast. They never stop. They're always on the up side of life." They're also thin and happy, and they feel less pain. There was going to be a vampire joke here, too, but now there's not.