Suddenly, the overhead lights began to flicker uncontrollably, and the music on the radio changed to ear piercing static. Randy froze in place. Burt hurried over to the radio and flipped it off.
“What’s happening?” Randy was extremely nervous. He wasn’t overly superstitious, but he secretly hoped it wasn’t a vengeful spirit looking to exact a little punishment. His rate of breathing increased, and he instantly regretted all the things he’d said and done recently within those four walls.
“I don’t know. Some sort of electrical surge, I guess.”
Burt remained calm. He’d seen and heard all manner of things in his six years in the morgue. It would take more than a few flickering lights to rattle him.
The radio switched back on, and the ear piercing static filled the room again.
“What the heck?” a startled Burt remarked. He bent over and unplugged the radio, but the static only continued. Burt dropped the cord and slowly backed away from the radio. He was rattled now; there was no doubt about that.
The lights began to flicker at a much faster rate, before a couple of the fluorescent bulbs exploded loudly, raining tiny shards of white glass on the tile floor. Shaking now, Randy inched closer to a petrified Burt and jumped backwards, startled as they bumped into each other.
Then, to make matters worse, an even stranger thing occurred. The tinniest sound, almost like someone knocking or tapping lightly at a door, could be heard. And then the sound became louder and louder, echoing off the cold, white walls. Burt and Randy both looked bewildered once they each realized where the sound was originating from. They huddled closer together, each wanting to run as fast as they could, but glued into place by an unseen force that wouldn’t allow them to.
The knocking sound stopped abruptly, and the door to one of the refrigeration units flew open, nearly ripping it from the hinges. First, one hand, and then another clutched the sides of the unit before a man’s naked body emerged through the opening. He lowered himself to the floor and stood erect.
It was the John Doe.
Randy’s jaw dropped, and a slight yelp escaped his lips. He dropped the coffee-filled thermos, and it clanged off the floor before coming to rest a few feet away.
I really need to quit smoking, he thought to himself.
The large man walked toward the two terrified and trembling hospital employees. He didn’t even acknowledge them. He seemed to be in a sort of trance or hypnotic state as he continued past them. Burt thought he noticed a greenish tint to the man’s eyes, but he couldn’t be sure. He wasn’t really sure of anything at the present moment.
The remaining fluorescent lights flickered, then shattered in unison, sending the room into total darkness, except for the dim light that crept in through the lone window of the morgue entrance.
And then, he was gone. The radio stopped blaring the incessant static, and the room was suddenly deathly quiet. Burt and Randy both peered through the darkness, unable to believe what they had just seen.
Wh…where did he go?” Randy whispered nervously.
Burt squinted and tried to let his eyes adjust to the darkness before answering.
“I don’t know. I think he just…disappeared.”
“That’s impossible.”
Burt sighed. “Impossible? Did you see what just happened? I never saw the door open, did you? So he either disappeared or he’s still in here.”
Burt cautiously walked to the door and pushed it open, slowly. He gasped and jumped back. The lights in the hallway started to flicker, and the audible sound of glass shattering could be heard.
“What is it? What did you see?” Randy asked.
Burt exhaled deeply and leaned against the wall clutching his forehead.
“I think it’s safe to say he’s not in the room anymore.”
“So where did he go?” Randy persisted. He knew the only way on or off the floor to the morgue was with a special key that activated the elevator.
“He just….” Burt cleared his throat. “He just walked through the wall and disappeared.”
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