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The cat looked up at the sky and wondered what those white dots were.... "Can I reach them" he asked out loud. The stars answered back "Yes" with a whisper. And the black cat became white as he grabbed all the stars from the sky. And the white full moon shone eerily on Halloween night. And the dogs howled, and the wind blew the gates back and forth to release an eerie creak.
The gruesome corpse slid the lid off the coffin and wobbled as she took her first uneasy step as an undead woman. The movement wasn’t fluid and easy; it was stiff and natural, as if the joints that were moving weren’t meant to be moved.
And Delilah Morley wasn't thinking she was simply moving, the body that used to belong to Delilah Morley was being pulled by someone else's magic, and she was someone's puppet.
The mortician saw the fresh corpse climb out of the coffin and screamed a blood curdling scream.
And she ran out the door unable to think or speak, because all she could do was scream. She ran but she didn't know where she was going to, her body was following a primal instinct simply to leave and save herself. She ran out of morgue through the stairway and out to the garage.
She then continued to run all the way home, five miles.
She couldn't stop herself; she could simply not stop running until she reached home, locked the door and saved herself from the unholy abomination she saw. As she regained her breath and posture, she heaved a wet cough. Her stomach didn't take the adrenaline rush well, and the reserve peristalsis promptly rid her of of the nice cheese burger and fries she had happily eaten four hours ago.
As she regained herself again, her pulse finally slowed down, and her breathing eased.
I am not hallucinating, that must have been real. I don't see things that aren't happening. Not usually.
She paused. The house was quiet, there was no one else there, and Margie and her kids had gone to see their family for the week, so she had the house to herself.
She picked up her cell phone from her purse and began to dial Ethan. He was always the type of person to remain calm in a crisis situation he would know what to do.
Ring, ring, the phone rang ten times before it was answered and Elise even though she had calmed down sweated profusely with anxiety.
"Hello," Ethan said,” Elsie how are you? "
Elsie paused for moment wondering what to say, would he believe her? How could anybody, it was so insane, so unnatural.
"Hello?"
"Yes, I am here . I saw something very strange at morgue. And I ..... I need to figure what it was."
"You see strange things at the morgue all the time Elise, the murderers become more sick and demented, and it shows on the victims. I know this is a difficult j.."
"Don't patronize me Ethan, I am fine. Can you promise though that you well believe me when I tell you what I saw? “She took a deep breath as she concentrated on sounding composed and sure of herself.
"Even if it sounds crazy?"
Ethan was wondering what the hell was going on , Elsie always kept her composure about her job , and was a very confident and striking person , it was very , very unusual for her to be this upset about something that she saw . Wondering what this was leading to, Ethan agreed and said yes.
"I had finished working on the Victorson case and was just about to leave for the night, when one of the storage units stirred. A hand popped out and then a whole body, as I realized it was coming after me I left and ran all the way here to my house. And the hand that was coming out of the morgue was dead Ethan, very much dead and connected to a dead person. I swear I am sure that is what I saw! There is no doubt in my mind about it."
After working at the morgue for six months Elsie had begun to believe in the supernatural, she never even really believed in God, or Jesus, or anything to do with Christianity, but as she became more at home with the dead, she did begin to feel presences some time. They weren't human, but her mind strong, scientific and rational, tried to make her think it was just paranoia. So she began to look for someone hiding in the morgue, but never found anybody. And as she left work every day she saw the same owl fly by and hoot at her. But how could that be possible? Owls don't track humans, and why would they for six months?
Ethan drew a deep breath from his deep within his lungs, brought it up to the top of his chest, and eased the measured breath out slowly. Elsie is a very logical person, Elsie doesn't make up stories, and this isn't some elaborate Halloween prank, she would never do something so serious. But a corpse couldn't have stood up and walked out its coffin. That simply isn't possible. Elsie must have only thought she had seen something that wasn't there. It must be.
As Ethan began to draw his second breath, Elsie interrupted his thoughts before he had time to make a reply.
"You have to believe that I saw something. And I am sure it was a dead body, I have spent months examining them and taking them apart, and then putting them back together again, and I can instantly tell when a body is not being used anymore. This one moved, and it had one of my tags on it, and..." Elsie scoured her memories of all the bodies she had recently examined, trying to match a name to the body that had attacked her. And the name came out of the dark and scared recesses of her mind with a lurid clarity.
“Delilah, her name was Delilah Morley."
eery - uncanny - weird - gruesome - lurid - macabre
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