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15/08/2024

MORTUARY'S SECRET 🧟
🧟PART 3🧟....................................................
Summoning every ounce of resolve, I crawled towards the light, clawing my way to freedom.
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I stumbled upon a beam of light cutting through the mortuary door.
I discovered a pin resting on the ground with the help of the light beam.
I quickly took it up, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it over and over again, trying to open the door.
I tried for about thirty minutes, but it was ineffective. I was ready to give up when a stroke of luck caused the lock to suddenly spring open.
As i pushed the door open, a mortuary worker vigorously lunged at me, brandishing a kn!fe.
The worker's fear stemmed from the mortuary's strict rule: NO PRONOUNCED DĒAD BODY ENTERS AND LEAVES ALIVE. THE WORKER DREADED THE POSSIBILITY OF THEIR SECRET BEING EXPOSED BY THE ESCAPEE.
In the ensuing tension, I was powerless and had little hope of survival. I wished I could finally say goodbye to my family and friends.
I was already losing the f!ght, and my palm was bIeeding from the cut of the kn!fe I attempted to grip, which he took away from me.
It's strange because in that moment, an energy overflowed my entire body, and I instantly gained the upper hand, overpowering the worker and used the same kn!fe on him. Now, the worker lay bleeding on the ground.
With a final burst of energy, i pushed open the last door leading outside and collapsed onto the ground, the cool morning air filling my lungs with newfound vitality.
But I was still within the mortuary's fence. As I lay hopelessly on the ground, I heard another group of men approach chattering.
"HE MIGHT HAVE GONE THAT WAY. TWO OF YOU SHOULD GO THAT WAY WHILE ME AND BOIMAH CAN SEARCH THIS SIDE" A voice stated.
In an instant, I felt a hand vigorously lift me off the ground, dragging me into a space and locked me up. I had my eyes closed, but I could still feel everything.
Before I was locked up in the container,

15/08/2024

🧟MORTUARY'S SECRET 🧟
🧟PART 2🧟....................................................
Now I listened to something that completely threw me off balance and made me lose hope of ever seeing the daylight...
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Someone was screaming and pleading to be spared, and there was a sound similar to two or three people fighting.
PLEASEE!!! I BEG YOU ALL! I AM NOT DEAD! PLEASE!! PLEASE DO NOT MURD£R ME. The voice pleaded.
But the fighting continued for a while, until eventually the voice of the person pleading died, and the entire place fell silent.
With my legs and arms trembling and my eyes wide open, I listened closely.
After a little silence, a member of the embalming room spoke up: "I HAVE WARNED YOU SEVERAL TIMES; make SURE TO INJECT WITH FORMALDEHYDE EVERY DEAD BODY THAT ENTERS HERE, SO AS NOT TO COME AND GIVE US A HARD TIME!" MAKE SURE YOU TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY. I'M GLAD YOU JUST SAW WHAT HAPPENED. One of them informed the other in a hash tone.
"SORRY SIR." The other replied.
When I heard this, it seemed as if my spirit had left my body.
It dawned on me that the begging words were coming from the person whose body they had just transported for embalming.
He might have awoken as he was going to be embalmed. I was overcome with despair and burst into tears within.
I then listened to them making some sounds like when making and encantation (Be aware this story was copied from a page named Promax incase this post was copied and posted in another page).
It was like when an occultic ceremony was being carried out, for the purpose of raising spirits, producing enchantment, or creating other magical results.
This went on for almost half and hour.
With a jittery heart nearly springing out of my chest, I've hopelessly moved into the back and lied down between the dead bodies to avoid being noticed, as those morticians kept arriving for bodies one after the other, carrying them into the embalming room to be embalmed.
I was completel

15/08/2024

I diēd a few years ago, and my body was brought to the mortuary. I miraculously awoke to life, but guess what horrible thing they did to me...
HERE'S THE STORY:—
In 2006, I went on a solo expedition in a remote jungle in Sanoe County.
Unfortunately, my communication equipment malfunctioned, leaving my family and friends in a state of distress as they presumed I was d£ad.
Despite extensive search efforts, i remained undiscovered.
Days passed, and one stormy night, a group of local villagers stumbled upon my unconscious body.
Assuming i had perished, they solemnly carried me to the nearest town, where the mortuary awaited the arrival of my b0dy.
The mortician, accustomed to handling the deceased, began preparations for embalming my body the following day.
As the night fell and the mortuary grew quiet, something mysterious happened,
Unknowingly to everyone, my b0dy held onto a sliver of life.
I regained consciousness, disoriented and weak, i felt a thick cloth wrapped around me. It was the most heated moment of my life I've ever felt.
As i struggled and removed it from ontop of me. I woke and sat up but still felt total darkness. Probably because my eyes have been closed for days.
Still unable to recognise what was happening to me and where I was, I sat with my head bend.
After a moment, I managed to slowly regain my sight.
Immediately my eyes cleared off, though the light bulb in the room was deemed, fear surged through me as i realized my surroundings: the cold, sterile mortuary, filled with the scent of formaldehyde & de@d bodies.
I was driven by instinct to seek sustenance. With trembling body I realized i was in the storage area where bodies awaited to be taken to the embalming room for preparation.
Horror washed over me as i realized the truth of the predicament i was in,—i was among the dēad, condemned to join their ranks.
I was hungry, horrified, tired and helpless.
It wasn't long when i heard approaching footsteps from outside,

09/02/2024

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