You know, this is a story I rarely tell people these days because it's kinda creepy.
I worked in a morgue for just over a year.
At the end of my time there I was responsible for training the guy who would replace me.
And, one day, he was due to sit in on his first autopsy. I warned him about not eating for the 24 hours before it.
But he did.
And do you know what happened? No word of a lie: he puked on my shoes.
Really creepy.
What? You expected a story of the supernatural?
I worked in a morgue for just over a year.
At the end of my time there I was responsible for training the guy who would replace me.
And, one day, he was due to sit in on his first autopsy. I warned him about not eating for the 24 hours before it.
But he did.
And do you know what happened? No word of a lie: he puked on my shoes.
Really creepy.
What? You expected a story of the supernatural?
Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni:
"You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???"
