It’s was on the eve on Thanksgiving night, David is a mortician at a facility in North Carolina and Scott, I was visiting.
“Scott, come with me. I don’t want to leave you alone at the house,” David said.
“Okay.Yes.” Scott said
What’s the worse it can happen, right? Scott was wrong. The place was creepy as hell, dark, and smelled funny. David said it was normal and it was probably the smell of formaldehyde. So, Scott ignored it.
After a little time off chit-chatting and catching up, he told me he needed to get to work, but that I could stay in the little-adjoined office and watch some TV and so I did. The entrance to the morgue had swinging doors that you could hear when someone was coming in or out of them. He came to check on me a few times.
After a few hours of being by myself, Scott started to doze off, when the sudden sound of the doors woke me up. Expecting for my brother to walk in and greet me, there was nothing. Again, Scott started to fall asleep and yet again, the loud doors went off.
You couldn’t tell if someone was coming in or out but they kept on swinging and didn’t stop. Thinking my brother, David was playing a joke on me, Scott got up and went to tell him to stop but to my surprise there was only a little girl standing there, playing with the doors, pushing them.
“Hi,” Scott said.
She looked at Scott and didn’t say a word, one of the things that caught Scott’s eyes was a pretty blue dress with a big pink ribbon she was wearing.
“Your dress is pretty, and the bow makes it stand out.” Scott said.
She looked at me and again nothing.
Then she started to run the opposite way towards the lonesome hall. Scott thought the kid belonged to another employee so, Scott went back to his chair.
Hours later when David shift was over, he finally woke me up to go back to his place. As we were driving, I started to tell him about the doors and the little girl with the cute blue dress and a big pink ribbon.
David slammed the breaks.
“What the hell? Why did you break?” Scott said.
“Tessa?” David said. He gave me a chilling look in his eyes. “I did an autopsy on a little girl that drowned yesterday, she was wearing a blue dress and with a big pink ribbon.”
Scott was shocked.
David was shocked too.
Scott blood ran cold and he never been to his work EVER again!
True story. What’s that behind you?
Notes:
http://theghostdiaries.com/8-morticians-tell-their-most-disturbing-experiences/
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