I am 27 years old, I am the most ordinary guy. Only a black streak began in my life, at first I lost my job, and then a terrible story happened to me.
For the past two months I have been looking for a job and I have not been able to find anything. Despite the fact that I have higher education and rich experience. That's no luck and that's it.
In complete despair, I submitted an advertisement for a job search and literally a couple of hours later I got a call. He was a pleasant middle-aged man. He offered me a job as a morgue watchman with a good salary, I was in despair and agreed.
On the first day I overslept, it was terribly ashamed, but I got ready and, albeit belatedly, showed up at the workplace. I was met by a nice man of about 50 years old and immediately spoke:
Good afternoon, we were waiting for you impatiently. The watchman recently left us, and it is not worth leaving the dead unattended, you never know they will start walking, he said and laughed.
Sometimes new corpses will be brought to the morgue, but this rarely happens. Basically, the tutu is quiet and calm, let's go show the workplace and start. Your schedule, in three days.
- I'm happy with everything, I replied.
He showed me a small room with monitors and a desk. The chair was soft and comfortable, which I really liked. At that moment, I could not even imagine what a terrible story would happen to me that night.
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Soon my new acquaintance left me. I made coffee, took out my favorite chocolate bar and began to watch the monitors. There were two pathologists working in the operating room. This time on the table was a young girl, 20-25 years old, I did not know the cause of death. I was so bored that I dozed off.
When I woke up, I saw that the operating room was empty and there was no one. I thought they were done and should be going home soon. Time passed, but no one came out, the monitors were empty. I felt uneasy, why are there no doctors?
I decided to go out and look around. But when I entered the operating room, I found an open compartment, and there was no one inside. The blood went cold in my veins. After looking around, I went further and saw that there are many open compartments, where are the bodies?
I was scared, should I run or continue the detour? And then, you know the feeling from a horror movie when someone looks at you? Here, I felt it too, and when I turned around, I saw that behind my back were five or six corpses.
They looked to put it mildly not very lively. The faces were twisted, some had a hand on a thread, the other had no leg, and the girl's half of her face was covered with blood, the sight was not the most pleasant.
I would have thought it was a joke, but among them was the same young girl who was lying on the operating table a couple of hours ago. I got scared, I rushed to run, they followed me. With every second the dead were overtaking me, and I thought that a little more and they would catch me.
Not understanding what was happening, I ran like a madman, but I felt their breath behind my back, someone was very close to me, I thought they would grab me.
And now I had a ray of hope, I saw an open door, I instantly flew in there and saw the bodies of the dead doctor and his assistant on the floor. They were tortured. A flock of dead people knocked down the doors all night and tried to get me, they howled like wolves and screamed like wild animals. I only prayed for salvation.
At dawn, everything stopped, only turned gray, when I realized that the dead were gone, opened the doors and ran. At home, I packed my things and left the city for good. That night I aged five years, but survived. I never worked in the morgue again.