Night at the morgue

Being dead sucks! Ever since that doctor killed me, I’ve been in this morgue. The so-called CSI freaks are trying to find out who killed me.

Morons! He stands there in front of you every day. Just because he’s a doctor, he’s suppose to be innocent. The man is insane. And get this, his name is Dr. PorVersea. Weird huh, so I just call him Dr. Perverse.

I went to him because my friend told me about him. She said he was nice; yeah, nice and twisted.

The moment I set foot into that examining room it just didn’t feel right. He sat there with his white lab coat on, a smile plastered on his thin face. He was just weird. I refused to get undressed and have him lay his creepy hands on me, so I just told him that I’d make another appointment and that I was in a hurray. I left him and that eerie feeling behind me, or so I thought.

Later that night as I slept I felt something on my face, when I opened my eyes I looked directly into the eyes of Dr. Perverse.

He gagged me, then smiled down into my terrified eyes. “You look so sweet, young and fresh. I’m going to have fun with you.” That’s when I felt the sharp stab of the knife as he twisted it into my stomach. My life flowed from me as I died. After that, he did have his fun with my dead body.

And here I lay, slowly but surely rotting, but waiting. Dr. Perverse should be coming by tonight to have his fun, and for some strange reason I can’t wait.