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Jo Richardson has challenged us to: Tell me a spooky story – real or not real, doesn’t matter. 300 words or less.
Okay Jo, here it is. A little something I call:
Sarah viewed the body on the slab with a deep sense of sorrow. As Clark County Medical Examiner she’d viewed hundreds of bodies, but this one was different. Dr. Harold Baker had been her mentor and friend.
Harold studied death all his life. As the previous M.E., he’d taught Sarah so much, even staying on after his retirement, dropping in whenever she had a body on the slab to offer his insights.
“You never stop learning,” he’d said.
He’d be at her side this minute, if he wasn’t the one on the table, his eyes closed in death. Though, he had said he was going to stop coming in.
“Giving up studying death?” she’d asked.
“Heaven’s no, but I’m moving to a new phase of my studies.” He’d given her a wink, a gesture he used often.
Sarah turned to the tray of instruments, selecting a scalpel. Turning back she noted his eyes . . . wide open. Weren’t they closed? Was there a phenomenon where a corpse’s eyelids would spontaneously open? Harold would have known.
She hovered the scalpel over Harold’s chest. This was harder than she thought it would be. “Sorry Harold.” She scanned back to his face, and a chill crept up her spine. His right eye was now closed, as if winking.
“Dr. Sarah, I need you to look at something.” Mary’s voice startled her, causing her to jump. Taking a deep, calming breath, Sarah turned and dropped the scalpel back in the tray.
Mary only needed a few forms signed, so Sarah left Harold and moved into her adjoining office to complete the task. She sat at her desk long moments after Mary left, then sighed. She had a job to do.
But, when she returned to the autopsy room, Harold’s body was gone.
So, did I hit the mark? Let me know in the comments below, then move along to visit Leslie Hachtel for another spooky story.