Short Story : He was alive. Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark ( Horror Story) By Prabir Rai Chaudhuri .

 He was alive, horror story…

 Short Story : He was alive. 
Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark ( Horror Story)  
By Prabir Rai Chaudhuri . All Copyright Reserved 2018

 

 Working in the emergency room is never easy, we usually have twelve or even twenty-four hour shifts, regardless of whether you are a doctor or a nurse like I am, however, there are shifts that are harder than others, almost always the holiday seasons like Christmas, New Year's Eve, October and weekends are the days with the most admissions to the emergency rooms , but in all my years of working in the health sector, there was one shift that until now I have not been able to forget.

 

It was Monday night, I had been in the emergency room for 8 hours, but I didn't feel as tired as on other days, although as I already mentioned, working in the emergency room is never easy.

 

That night there was an accident that unfortunately left a fatal victim who could not be identified, so between one of the assistants who was on duty that night and I, we had to take the deceased person to the morgue.

 

I don't know if people are aware that in many hospitals there is a morgue, especially in the larger ones, a suitable place to keep those who die and are awaiting identification or an autopsy, so my colleague and I went down there to leave the person who had died.

 

As soon as we arrived, we were greeted by the person in charge of that shift at the morgue. His name was Marco, whom I had known for a couple of years. When he greeted me, I noticed that something was wrong with him, so after giving him the information we had on the body we were bringing in, I asked him if everything was okay. He told me that there had been a very serious incident that day at the place where they kept the bodies, but at that moment his boss called him so he couldn't tell me what had happened. He told me to write to him when I finished my shift.

 

So when I finished I wrote to Marco to tell me what had happened. He asked me not to tell anyone else, although surely the next day many people would know. Then he told me that that day when he had arrived at the morgue to start his shift everything seemed calm, just like any other day.

 

 

He went over to check the files of the bodies they had in the refrigerators. Some were pending autopsy and others pending identification. At that moment, he heard a noise, it came from inside one of the warehouses. For a moment, he thought it was his imagination, but then another knock sounded again, followed by a cry for help.

 

Marco quickly approached the refrigerators, at that moment his colleague on duty came in, visibly surprised at what was happening. As soon as they identified where the noise was coming from, they quickly opened the door of the container and then they saw him, a man who had been admitted a couple of hours ago, his eyes were open, he looked terrified, he couldn't stop shaking from the cold of the refrigerator, he was alive, there was no doubt about it.

 

Horror Story - I Was Alive

 

Horror Story - I Was Alive

They immediately called their supervisor, who arrived accompanied by a doctor. No one could understand how a living human being had been admitted to the morgue of a hospital like that. The report clearly showed that a specialist doctor had determined the time of death, but there he was. The doctor who came down to examine him could not believe what was happening.

 

The man seemed to have hypothermia due to the time he had been inside the warehouse. He kept repeating words that none of those present could make sense of. He said that he had seen him, that he had seen his eyes, that he now knew who he was and that he would not be able to hurt him again. They seemed incoherent but could have been caused by the trauma that the man had just suffered.

 

The truth is that it was a very strange and also very serious event, it was undoubtedly a problem for the hospital and for the doctors who had treated his case, now he understood why Marco was so worried.

 

 

 

That night I woke up at times thinking about that man in the morgue, with the impression of waking up inside a container for corpses. Surely by that time all the hospital workers must have known the story. I had a shift in the morning so it didn't take long until I learned more about this case.

 

 

That day I was assigned to the area where the morgue patient was. He was out of danger but was still under observation and the hospital management wanted him to receive the best possible care because although no family member had yet come forward, it was not known whether the patient would file charges against the hospital and there was also a full investigation into the incident.

 

The doctors involved were being called to testify, for now only at the hospital, so I dedicated almost my entire shift to keeping an eye on that patient. At one point when I entered his room I noticed that he was awake and staring into a corner. I asked him how he felt, but got no answer. I waited for a few moments while checking his signs, until the man asked me if I saw it too.

 

I looked towards the corner he was looking at but there was nothing there, we were alone in the room, then the man told me that even if I couldn't see him, he was there, I tried to ask him who he was talking about, but he only kept telling me that he was with him all the time and that if we went down to the morgue maybe everyone could see him.

 

At that moment I felt a chill, I could swear the room got cold, I didn't know what to say to the patient, I didn't understand who he was talking about but the situation was getting more and more uncomfortable, so I finished checking him and left his room as soon as possible.

 

 

I told my boss what had happened, she told me that the man had already been referred to psychiatry because he had been saying these kinds of things to his caregivers, and some of his colleagues had seen him whispering, as if he were having a conversation with an invisible being, it was kind of creepy, but I tried to continue with my shift without paying much attention to what had happened.

 

 

With only a couple of hours left before I was due to go home, I went to check on the patient at the morgue once again, but as soon as I entered the room I noticed that it was empty. I knocked on the bathroom door thinking that maybe the man was there, but no one answered my knock. I walked in and saw that the bathroom was empty. I quickly told my boss about the situation and we started looking for him.

 

We asked everyone who was there, but no one had seen him. We were very worried. The man couldn't have just disappeared out of nowhere. Then I remembered what he had told me that same day about the morgue and it occurred to me that maybe he could be there.

 

My boss notified security, they were looking for him throughout the hospital, they had also sent someone to check the morgue, but my boss asked me to go ourselves to check if he was there, so we went down, when we arrived we asked the colleague who was on duty that day if they had seen the patient, they told us that the security staff had already gone to ask but that they had not found him yet.

 

I thought that maybe he had escaped from the hospital, but I still found it very strange that no one had seen him leave, so before we left we started to hear some noises coming from inside the morgue, they were metallic sounds, there was silence, my partner said that at that moment he was alone, there shouldn't be anyone inside, the sounds came back with more intensity, we went in and then I saw that the refrigerator doors opened and closed by themselves.

 

 

The work table where they perform the interventions on the corpses was shaking, the light was very low intensity, but when my eyes adjusted I managed to see the patient we were looking for, he was in a corner of the place, whispering something I couldn't understand and staring at the containers where the corpses rested.

 

I tried to see what he was looking at, then among the shadows I noticed something, it was only for a second, but I could see a face, he had grey eyes I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, his skin was completely smooth and half transparent, I couldn't see his full body but he seemed to be dressed in black, his lips were very thin and for some reason that I still can't understand I began to get closer to that being I was seeing.

 

I took a couple of steps until my boss grabbed my arm, at that moment the noise stopped, the man who minutes before was whispering standing on the other side of the morgue fell to the ground and began to convulse, we approached to help him while the morgue colleague called the staff to bring a stretcher and just before they arrived the man reacted, looked at me and told me that we had seen him, I did not understand what was happening.

 

When we were able to attend to and locate the patient again, I tried to talk to my boss about the incident. I asked her if she had seen anyone else in the morgue. She tried to make sure no one else could hear us and told me that she wasn't sure what she had seen. It seemed like a being that wasn't quite there, like an apparition or a projection. She asked me why I had started walking towards that being at that moment, but I didn't know what to answer. It was involuntary.

 

The truth is I don't know what would have happened if she hadn't stopped me at that moment.

 

 

That day she asked me not to tell anyone what we had seen, we agreed that it was best to leave this event in oblivion.

 

I learned that the patient had to be transferred to a mental health center, but I must admit that since that day I don't like going near the hospital morgue.

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