me and my morgue

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
this short story is nonfiction, it's my first short story. enjoy!

Submitted: October 25, 2016

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I was the friendly neighborhood mortician. I was a Freemason which meant that helping others and not asking for anything in return was a given. I was tall, scrawny, had bad posture, you know, not pretty. But I was hard working and very selfless. I lived just out of the small town of Greenfield. A town full of nice people, buildings and Duplexes all built by the population and me, because I always offered my help in the construction of buildings. I knew everyone and everything about them, in fact I lived there longer than everyone else. But then a darkness fell over the land and I was called by my lord for a favor. I was told that the people in the small town were all infected and that I needed to replace the organs with artificial ones in order to cure them of their disease. I promised that I would carry out his wish and began taking people in the night and doing as my lord says, cutting out there organs and replacing them. I didn’t know what to do with the “infected” organs so I kept them in a freezer in my basement. My lord came back to see how I was doing with the order he gave and was pleased, he told me to sell the “infected” organs to the black market and enjoy the money. I happily accepted and continued fulfilling my lord’s wish. The towns’ people began waking up with unexplained scars all over their bodies. I made sure no one would remember anything from the night when I performed my operations. The normally bustling town slowly moved to a halt. No one wanted to leave there home. Everyone was scared, terrified of the unexplained scars. Some went crazy as more and more scars appeared on their bodies every night. I had to be more careful now that people would start spending their night awake. One evening I was doing my procedure and suddenly I heard a great big commotion, I looked outside and saw lights on everywhere. The population was searching for the subject I was working on. I quickly hid the child as the parents rang the old rusty church bell in the middle of the town. The child’s parents were calling everyone awake to search for their beloved son. I hurried to join the search as to not arise any suspicion towards me but as I left the morgue I saw them coming towards me. They had guns and blunt objects. I ran into the monster of a building and grabbed the boy, hiding him far in the woods. I returned to the morgue and dressed as though I had been sleeping. They banged on the door and announced that they were searching everyone’s home and business. I let them in and made a pot of tea as they searched the entire morgue. I gave the married couple a cup of tea and offered to join the search. They happily accepted and so we all began searching everyone’s home and business until sunrise. When the sun rose everyone began giving up hope. Someone began screaming somewhere in the distance. It was the kid, he woke up and I hadn’t had the chance to stitch him up. He was dragging himself toward the search party as everything was falling out of him. His blood and internal organs including his bladder and intestines were being dragged as he helplessly screamed in pain and agony. Everyone was frozen, they didn’t know what to do, or how to help him. No one helped, everyone just stood and watched. The child died a painful and gruesome death. The parents cried and knelt over the child’s lifeless body. As they sat there in mourn they asked me to take him to my morgue and I did. I prepared the child’s body for a funeral for half price feeling sorry. The child was buried that same day down by the same church where the search for him had begun. My lord Lucifer had visited me once again that night and was angry at me for taking pity on the parents when it was there fault that he had died. I apologized and begged to be forgiven. He spoke words of many gruesome death’s and unimaginable pain. I didn’t understand the tongues he spoke in but I was sure he wasn’t referring to me as he mentioned “them” often. I awoke the next morning noticing how well I slept considering what I had watched the day before, and the things my lord had said. I made a cup of tea before leaving the Morgue in which I lived. As I approached the town an eerie feeling crept silently over the land. I finally entered the un normally quiet town and a feeling of excitement flowed through my body, I didn’t understand it because I saw bodies everywhere. My friends all dead, lifeless on the ground. I loved dancing and singing as I laughed through the streets of the town. I picked the biggest house and began moving all the bodies into it, laying the bodies in the basement, ground floor, and upstairs bedrooms. I burned the house I started the fire in the upstairs master letting it spread throughout the house until I watched it burn to the ground and spread to the next house and do the same that house. I fled the burning town back to my morgue and had another cup of tea as I watched the town burn in the distance, burn to nothing but the church built of concrete and cement. I lived there happily for many years after and eventually there was nothing, no evidence of a town. I sat in silence enjoying life until one day a traveler looking to settle down and begin a community had begun construction on his new house. He had great plans, plans in which I would help him achieve. I asked for nothing in return… for now. HAHAHA!!!


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