Spending the night in a morgue is something I don’t recommend, especially without keys. Now the door leading into the body count are ALWAYS locked, and the stairwell was locked after 9. I was trapped in the vestibule. While looking in through the window into the morgue, I noticed a severely deformed man with no id tag. Thinking we may have mistaken one for dead. It soon came to my realization is he was a reflection.
Credit To: weston williams
Morgue horror,
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November 26, 2012 at 3:40 am
I think you are trying to say the ugly guy was standing behind you and that is how you saw the reflection, but it reads like you are seeing your own reflection, which is kinda funny. Still, this feels like a ripoff of another story I read on the main site. I don’t remember the title of it, but it had to do with a man walking in the snow outside when the narrator suddenly realizes he’s not leaving tracks in the snow because he’s a reflection.
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January 2, 2013 at 9:35 am
Oh dem ded bodies be skery
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January 4, 2013 at 11:59 am
@ Yossarian: The story is called “The reflection” somebody actually submitted it to crappypasta. Yes. The exact same thing, word by word.
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