For Carl Tanzler, finding true love was all that mattered to him. Even after getting married and fathering two children, he never let go of the dream that his soulmate was still out there, waiting to be found.
That's when he found it. When Tanzler was working as a radiologist in Florida in 1930, he met Maria Elena Milagro de Hoyos, a Cuban-American immigrant. He instantly fell in love with her. Her dark hair and features matched exactly what he was looking for with the woman of his dreams.
He soon found out that Maria had tuberculosis, which was incurable at the time. That didn't stop his from showering her with gifts, and trying everything in his power to find a cure.
When Maria died from the disease, she was buried in Florida in an above-ground mausoleum, which Tanzler paid for.
He visited her grave regularly, and that's where things got creepy.
It was said that Tanzler began to hear Maria's voice calling out to him from her grave, asking him to free her from her prison. These voices ended up convincing him to go to her grave, and remove her body.
That's when he loaded it into a child's small red wagon and pulled it home, and things got weirder.
Using coat-hanger wire, he put her skeleton back together, put glass eyes in her eye sockets, replaced her rotting skin with wax-coated fabric and silk, stuffed the body cavities with rags to keep her form, and topped it off with a wig made from her own hair. The finished product was dressed in Elena’s clothes and placed in his bed.
He lived with his corpse bride for seven years until word spread and he was arrested and charged with desecration of the grave site. Weirdly enough, the crime had passed the statute of limitations at the time, and his case was dismissed. There was no conclusive evidence at the time that Carl had sex with Elena’s corpse, but later examinations suggested that it was definitely possible.
But that's not even the end of the creepiness of this messed up man.
After Carl was released, he used a forensic “death mask” of Maria as the basis for a life-sized dummy, which he kept in his bed until his death in July of 1952. Some rumors even say that his body was found wrapped in the dummy's arms.
This story is so creepy that people are fundraising to turn it into a documentary called, No Place for the Living.
I don't know about you but this story makes me either want to get cremated when I die, or buried 12-feet under ground.