FORENSIC MEDICAL STORIES.

My first day of work as a coroner had arrived. The room where they usually check the bodies was in front of me. It was 11:00 at night and when I finished with the body, I would have to take a guard, although I said that was not in my plans, my boss responded starting with a considerable apology, then he explained the reasons why I had to ride guard. I left his office without saying anything to the room where the bodies were waiting to be checked.

Before entering, I looked around, realizing that there was not so much staff walking through the halls, just a few were working, and they would leave within an hour. I entered the room and saw the list that touched me. Walter That was my subject. I found it, but what caught my attention was that his eyes were fixed on me. That made me feel somewhat uncomfortable, after that idea was taken from my head, knowing that it was just a corpse, so I took some utensils and started my work.

I started with seeing the surface. The body had several holes in the chest. At that moment I knew they were bullet holes, so I decided to start by opening his chest. I held the scalpel firmly and started. I could feel the skin tearing under the edge of the scalpel, then I heard a slight groan. I couldn't locate it because nothing else was an instant. I stopped focusing on that moan and continued with the work, but again I heard that moan. Then someone told me:

-Why are you doing this to me?

That question remained floating in my head, until a loud rumble coming from outside, making me shiver a little.

-Hello? I asked doubtfully.

Nobody answered.

At that moment I decided to finish the job, then I would go to have a coffee and relax while spending time guarding the other subject. When I could finish, I left the room taking off my latex gloves, and when I went through a bin I threw them in that place. Nothing was heard, the hall was completely empty. Just the ticking of the wall clock was heard. This one marked 12:10 at night. My guard had started ten minutes ago, I headed towards the office with the certainty of finding someone, but it was not. There was no one and I was surprised that no partner would let me know about the end of their shift. I walked to the surveillance room. No one was inside so I sat in front of the monitor while watching the security camera recordings. Again that thunderous noise was heard, it echoed all over the place, I got up from the chair and quickly peered into the illuminated hallway. There was no one. Suddenly I feel a cold breath in the back of my neck, I immediately turned away with a bitter surprise ... On the monitor was a face with a long smile, eyes set on with fury. I was paralyzed with fear, I had a lump in my throat and my lips dried.

"You are a monster," said the guy on the monitor.

I didn't know what he meant.

-MONSTER! -scream.

In a blink, the face was no longer there. I thought it was just my imagination, that nothing was not real but hallucinations due to fatigue, so I went to the cafeteria where I served a black coffee. When I was back, I took a sip of the “coffee”, but if I tasted it, I tried something totally strange, bitter with an essence of acid taste. And when I get ready to see what it was ... It was nothing more or less than blood, not just any type of blood, but a thick black one. I immediately spit out the disgusting and putrid liquid, the worst part is that I could feel some lumps inside my mouth. I ran to the bathroom and vomited everything. My throat burned and a bitter taste had taken hold of my mouth.

"This is crazy," I said as I opened the tap to wash my face.

When finished, I looked at one of the bathroom cubicles. One was closed and busy, could see that person's shoes. My eyes widened and my body shuddered. In my mind, our father prayed. My impulse made me walk towards the exit of the bathroom. I wasn't going to see who was inside. While in the hall I heard how water fell to the floor, this sound came from behind me, right in the cubicle where that person was. I turned my head little by little, watching as blood came down from the toilet, blood completely red and not like that of the dead ... That same impulse made me go straight to the exit, very bad luck, the door was closed, I struggled hoping he could open it. Nothing happened. Suddenly the lights went out except the one in the corpse room. Something told me that something chilling was waiting for me inside, so I headed towards the surveillance room. I passed the bathroom, noticing that the blood was coming from it towards the entrance of the amorgué, but when I went to the room, a dark figure at the end of the hallway made me stop, that figure began to move towards me, causing me to back off quickly. Suddenly I see more dark figures like the first. These were surrounding me, until one of them pounces on me, fainting.

I woke up with a headache. The first thing that was relevant was a strong smell of rot and rotting meat. He was gagged on a stretcher where the bodies are usually checked.

"Comfortable," said a low, husky voice.

I looked everywhere looking for the origin of the voice, but several naked people appeared next to me. I was terrified, my body was shaking.

-Who are they? What happen? I asked anguished.

Nobody answered. One of them approached a movable table that was above the work utensils, I moved with despair, shouted and struggled to get rid of ties. Everything was in vain.

"Let's see if you like this," said a subject he knew. It was my first body that I checked, there was only one notable difference. He was complete, he didn't carry any scratches.

"What are they going to do to me?" I asked desperately.

"The same as you and your companions did," said the same subject, "we will torture them."

I was perplexed along with an atrocious fear. I begged for my life, but they ignored me. The subject started with opening my chest. I felt like the scalpel tore my skin without any consent. The pain was unbearable, I clenched my jaw as hard as possible in the hope of not paying attention to the pain. As if that were not enough, the subject took a bottle of alcohol and threw the liquid over the large wound discovered. At that moment I did not avoid screaming with all my strength. I listened to those dead laughing at my misfortune, it was their fun of the moment, several tears came down my cheeks. The subject left the scalpel in place and took a knife. I never imagined that the following was so tortuous. The subject began to skin my arms quickly, that was so that the victim - that is me - did not die immediately. I looked with terror at the exposed tendons, their color was red and white in some parts.

"Do you like our work?" Asked the subject.

I did not answer. I didn't want to mediate a single word with that monster.

Finished with his arms, he nodded, causing many of them to approach me with a totally disturbing smile, but I returned them as a challenging gesture. I had nothing left, I would die under the hands of those dead in life, but what distressed me was that, if I died, would I be one of them? That question remained in my head until the same man told me the following:

"Do you know why this?" Do you already know why our rage?

The others tried to tear off every part of my body. Arms, legs, bones. Everything ... As if it were a flash back of a movie, I began to understand everything and now I realized my mistake. The bodies that were taken as evidence of finding homicide clues were people, who, when they lost their lives, did not mean they lost their physical condition. And we, including myself, believed that these bodies were nothing more than shells to protect a soul, but in the end the body is an essential part of a person, who, after all, was still "alive" in a way, only that that person's soul was leaving its other part on earth, the bad and rotten part, the part where it falls asleep until it becomes dust, but we interrupt its deep sleep with a tortuous pain that should not be felt ... Now, ready For my death, I beg you not to wake me from my deep sleep.

AND YOU ... DO YOU WANT TO BE FORENSE?

Goodnight