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This is an old one I wrote quite a few years ago. Please forgive any mistakes.

“Oh by the way, could you check the back door? I don’t think I locked it after the last body came in.”

“You don’t think what!” Stan yelled. “You idiot, we’re supposed to keep those doors locked all the times except when a delivery shows up!”

“Yeah, well, I forgot, so sue me. Anyways, I’m gone, so make sure you check.”

“Wait! You’re supposed to brief me before you leave.”

“What’s to brief? We work in a morgue. You think the stiffs are going to walk down the hall for a chat or something? Nothing to say? Well, like I said, I’m gone.”

“Wait a minute…” Stan said running to the door. But it was too late; Joe was already hurrying across the parking lot to his car. Damn, he thought turning back to his desk, he’s a real dick. Joe never did anything right. He always cut corners to avoid real work. Stan couldn’t understand why Joe still had a job. He knew there were complaints made against him. Stan made most of them himself but everybody in charge just ignored whatever he told them. Not surprising, he thought. Everybody ignored him and anything having to do with him, in fact, most acted like he wasn’t even there unless he did something wrong. That was ok though, they would get what was coming to them, one day.

Being ignored was one of the reasons he’d applied for the night job at Hollow Hills Morgue a year ago. At night he was alone with nobody around except for the dead bodies in the freezer, but at least they weren’t capable of ignoring him. They were beyond that. He figured they were better than the living breathing versions of what they’d once been.

Oh well, he thought walking to the door at the end of the hall they’ll get theirs eventually. He flipped the overhead light on in the room before stepping inside. Standing in the doorway of his least favorite place, he steeled himself and looked inside the Exam Room. Just thinking of the things done here made his stomach turn. Unfortunately he needed to walk through to reach the back door. It had to be locked. Drugs and other important things were kept here. It couldn’t be left open.

Pushing thoughts of bodies from his mind, he crossed the room to the backdoor. Sure enough it was unlocked. He was about to leave but figured he should check the car door too. If one was open the other probably was too. He was glad he checked it, since it turned out to be open too. Happy he’d ensured nobody could sneak in he turned around surveying the room. Nothing looked out of place. The counters were clear, the tables were all empty and the refrigerator that held blood samples was open. That’s not right, he thought walking towards it. He rounded one of the exam tables and was about to reach for the handle when a noise from behind him caused him to stop. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the freezer door slowly swinging open. His hand strayed to his side looking for the gun he wished was there only to find the can of mace he’d been issued instead, not exactly what he wanted right now. Supposedly it was some kind of extra strength type of stuff that could stop an elephant in its tracks, but Stan didn’t trust it. He figured his chance of subduing someone was better if he pissed on them instead of using the mace. It’d probably be more effective.

Leaving the mace on his belt he cautiously walked to the open door. Once beside it he quickly glanced inside but was unable to see. The cold air exiting from the door was mixing with the warm air outside causing a thick fog to form. It would go away in a minute, so he decide to use that time to see if he could hear any noise from inside. The fog soon dispersed and not having heard anything, he stepped into the room. There were two gurneys loaded with bodies pressed against the inside walls of the cooler. One was small. He wasn’t sure it was an adult until he saw what was left of the face. The reason the man was so small was because he’d been shoved inside something he obviously shouldn’t have been. Looking at the other body he was surprised to see the cart was still able to stand. The head and feet were both drooping over the ends while the hands dangled inches from the floor. The man was gargantuan. There was no other way to describe him. Stan was afraid just being in the same room with him, even though he was dead. He quickly backed away as he remembered hearing something on the news about there being a shoot out at one of the Laundromats in town.

The police had cornered the man they believed was the Laundry Mat Killer after he’d disposed of his latest victim. Must be them, he thought closing the door. He wondered briefly why the door had been left open but guessed Joe hadn’t shut it when he put the bodies inside. Oh well, add another complaint to the one he had to write up when he got back to his desk.

He was turning to leave when movement from across the room caught his attention. Someone was leaning inside the refrigerator. As he watched, the figure stood, tilted its head back and drank a beaker of dark liquid. Finished with one beaker, the figure dove in searching for more dropping the empty vessel on the floor in the process. The beaker shattered breaking Stan from his trance.

Looking around he spotted a fire axe mounted to the wall. The sign above it read “In Case of Emergency”. Stan figured this qualified as one and reached for it. He ripped it from the wall as he saw a blur race across the room. Stan spun to face his attacker only to find him stopped a few feet away. “What the hell are you doing?” Stan yelled.

“Eating.” the man said.

“What do you mean, eating?”

“I mean exactly that.” he said smiling.

Stan heard the words but didn’t register them. He was too busy staring at the mouth and teeth. As he watched, a drop of blood trickled from the corner. A serpentine tongue slid out licking the drop up before it got away.

“What are you?” Stan whispered.

“Who me?” the thing said innocently. “I’m a vampire. What did you think I was?”

“What are you here for?”

“I’m hungry. But now you’ve caught me. So, what are we to do?”

Stan thought for a minute. If he really was a vampire then there were a lot of things they could do. He could have it perform tasks for him. He could get back at everyone who ignored him. Wait a minute, he thought, why have him do it when I can do it myself.

“I want you to make me one.” Stan blurted.

“Make you one what?”

“A vampire, you said you were hungry, well drink my blood and make me a vampire, and then you’ll be free.”

“Well I am hungry.” It said.

“C’mon, we both get what we want. You get food, and I get power.”

“Ok,” the vampire said shrugging its shoulders, “but before I do I must warn you. When I drink your blood, you will start to change. During that time, you will be vulnerable. For the first few days you will be conscious but not able to move. You will feel everything but not be able to touch it. You must be in a safe place and ensure your heart doesn’t leave your body, otherwise you will truly die.”

“No problem.” Stan said confidently.

“You’re sure?” it asked.

“Definitely, let’s do it!” Stan said smiling.

The last thing he saw was teeth. His next conscious thought was of being cold. He could feel a cold surface beneath his body. The vampire was right. He could feel the cold, but found he couldn’t move away from it. He contented himself with thoughts of revenge as he drifted back to sleep.

The next thing he heard was voices. He tried sitting up and found he was still unable to. He couldn’t go back to sleep with the noise form the voices, so he listened to them instead.

“This guy used to work here didn’t he?” one said.

“Yeah I think he was a night watchmen or something.” said the other. “Oh. Well, you want to get started?”

Start what? Stan thought. Where the hell am I?

“Ok here goes . . . Case Number 4990, Subject Name: Stanley Somers. Autopsy conducted at Hollow Hills Morgue; 23 October 2002; Time: 1301. Making the incision now.”

Everything else was lost on Stan. The screaming in his skull was too loud for any other sound to be heard.

Submitted September 27, 2016 at 05:16AM by Jerunt http://ift.tt/2dmx3y3 nosleep