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Short Story : The son of the coroner. Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark ( Horror Story) By Prabir Rai Chaudhuri .

Horror story… The son of the coroner.

Short Story :  The son of the coroner.
Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark ( Horror Story)  
By Prabir Rai Chaudhuri . All Copyright Reserved 2020



Before dedicating myself to working independently, I worked as an accounting assistant in a grocery company, during that time I met my husband, with whom I have a son, I never imagined finding my partner thanks to my profession.

 

My job was in an office and socializing is not one of my virtues. It is very rare for an accounting assistant to end up married to a forensic doctor , but in my country being friends with an accountant or having a family member who is an accountant can be the salvation for many when it comes to being on good terms with the tax authorities.

 

 

So one day a friend from university told me that she had a lot of orders and she couldn't manage to do the tax return for a client. When she told me about the job, the truth is that it seemed like a very easy task, since there wasn't much to do and that's how I found out about it.

 

The first time I saw him I didn't like him very much, he had a very particular smell, it's not because of hygiene issues of course not, he is very impeccable but I think his work doesn't help much, besides that day he had just left his office, although he always told me it was because my sense of smell is very sharp and maybe it was, but with the passage of time and his insistence I got to know him better.Horror stories

 

I must admit that at first his profession seemed quite peculiar to me, not to say strange, he is a man with a great sense of humor although sometimes I must admit that there are jokes that I cannot stand, despite that I try not to be left behind and I have played one or another heavy joke on him, just as he likes.


But not all the moments have been full of laughter and jokes. Generally, those who work in the forensic field have many interesting stories to tell, with all the respect that death and the afterlife deserve. Having lived with a forensic expert in the house for so many years, I know several of them, but none like the one I experienced firsthand a few years ago.

 

My son was five years old, at that time I was working part-time, in the afternoons I would pick up the child from kindergarten and we would spend the rest of the day at home until my husband arrived. One day after picking up my little one I noticed that he didn't have the house keys with him. I tried to contact my husband but I couldn't get through to him. I assumed that he was in the middle of a procedure and didn't have his cell phone at hand, so I had no choice but to go look for him at work to ask for his keys.

 

 

When we arrived we went to the area near the cold room where he performs the autopsies, I knocked and one of his colleagues came out, I quickly told him that I needed my husband, we waited for him a few moments in the hallway until he came out and we were able to resolve the issue of the keys, all of that took no more than fifteen minutes and I was able to go home with my son, who was with me the whole time.

 

That same night, I noticed that my little one had a particular smell, like grass, but I thought it could be caused by having been playing with his classmates in the yard so I didn't give it much importance.

 

The following days passed normally, suddenly my son started telling me about a new friend, his name was Pepe, he said that he really liked telling jokes, at first I thought he was talking about a child from kindergarten so it didn't seem strange to me.

 

 

But one afternoon I started to notice that the boy was laughing and talking to someone who wasn't there, as if they were telling jokes. I asked him what he was playing with, and he told me that he was playing with Pepe. I tried to ask him where his friend was and he pointed to an empty spot on the floor next to him and his toys. I asked him if Pepe appeared in any of the shows that he liked to watch, because I thought he was a character from a cartoon, but he said no.

 

I found it a little curious that he had an imaginary friend because that was what I thought my son's new friend was, but as the days went by this invisible being seemed to be more and more present in our home. When he found toys scattered around the house, my son excused himself by saying that it had been Pepe.

 

One time I left the stove on low while I went into the bathroom for a second, when I came back the heat was on high and the food had burned, it was just the child and I in the house but he denied having moved the stove.

 

On another occasion, while the three of us were having dinner, my son asked us what day he was born because his friend wanted to know his birthday. The strange thing was that at that moment he told us that Pepe's birthday was supposedly next week and he would be turning 75.

 

At that moment my husband and I looked at each other quite strangely. It didn't seem very usual for a little boy to have an imaginary friend 70 years older than him. So we agreed that it was best to talk to a doctor about this new stage of our son's life, since he had never exhibited this type of behavior before and we wanted to be sure that his health was okay.

 

One night while I was tidying up some things that had been left lying around the living room before going to bed, which is a common occurrence when you have small children, I found a clock under the dining room table.

 

 

It was a man's watch, it looked a bit old but it was also noticeable that it was fine. I asked my husband if the watch was his, but he denied it.

 

For a moment I thought he might be trying to play a joke on me, but in reality he didn't seem to know where that object had come from. At that moment I didn't ask my son because he was already sleeping, so that night I put the watch away in the closet.

 

The next morning, for some reason, the alarm clock didn't go off. I automatically woke up and saw that it was very late. We all ran to get to work. I got the boy ready as quickly as I could, but that morning he was especially restless.

 

He said that we couldn't leave the house that day. I told him that we had to leave now or we would be very late, but he insisted that he couldn't. Then he started yelling and saying that he had to help Pepe, who was very upset with him.

 

 

I was in a hurry to leave and tried as best I could to calm him down and convince him to get in the car. Finally, on the way, he came to his senses and left the matter at that.

 

I left him in the garden hoping that when I went to pick him up in the afternoon he would be in a better mood, but that was not the case. That same day when I went to pick him up, one of the teachers asked me to talk for a moment. Apparently the boy had been in a bad mood all day and had told the teacher that he had a new friend who had gotten very angry with him.

 

The teacher was worried because the supposed friend had treated him badly and had threatened to hurt him, at that moment I was very worried, I told her that he was an imaginary friend of the child but that I would talk to him about it.

 

By this time I was very worried about my son's mental health, my husband and I had already agreed that he would make an appointment with a colleague who is a specialist in young children, so that day on the way home I tried to talk to my son to get to the bottom of the situation.

 

The boy started to tell me that he didn't want to go back home because his friend was very upset with us. I tried to explain to him that his friend couldn't hurt him because he wasn't real, but then he started to get desperate, his eyes filled with tears and he insisted that it was real, that neither his dad nor I could see it, but that he was there, he was very angry about his watch.

 

As soon as he said this I felt the tension in my body drop, I had to stop the car and park in a bay that was very close to where we lived, I breathed and made an effort to calm down.

 

I asked my son about the watch, and it was then that he told me that Pepe had lent him that watch the day they met, the afternoon we went to his father's work, this being had approached him, had started talking to him and telling him that they could be friends, but that in order to be friends he had to put away his watch.

 

According to my son, this object was very valuable to his supposed friend because he had won it in a bet when he was young and from that moment on it had become his good luck charm .

 

Well, he believed it was a magical object blessed by a powerful angel. I was speechless for a moment. I felt so helpless for not having figured out before what was happening in my own house. I don't know where I got the words to calm my son down, but I assured him that everything was going to be okay. After that, I sent a message to my husband because I didn't feel capable of going home alone with my little one while that clock was there. I told him to call me as soon as he got off work and that we were going to be out.

 

 

Since I don't have any close family in the city, I decided to take my son to the park and eat some ice cream while we waited for his father. When he finally called me, I told him everything that had happened. We agreed that he would go first and get that clock out of our home.

 

I never knew what he did with it, but after that my son never saw any invisible being again. We decided to take him to a psychologist who assured us that he didn't have any mental health problems. I never knew when my little one encountered this being because no matter how many times I have gone over that day in my mind, I don't remember leaving him alone for even a moment.


Copyright © 2020 Prabir Rai Chaudhuri


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