Sometimes they are not DEAD! | Creepy | Horror Stories |

It was Christmas Eve and I was working in the embalming room of a funeral home. The embalming room was everything the cop shows your grandparents watch conditioned you to think it was. A cold, utilitarian space with puke green tiles on the walls, tiles on the floor, and harsh fluorescent lighting. A row of freezers were to one side and an office area lay to the other. In the middle was a metal table where the magic happened. A large man with marble blue skin and a distended stomach was laid out like a Thanksgiving turkey in hell, a thin white sheet covering his privates. Christmas music drifted from an ancient transistor radio on a high shelf and snow filled the sole window.
Death never takes a break and neither did I.....

Listen till the end!

Rumble up.