True story.
I received a text one night to go to a townhouse/condominium complex. I drove to the address in my dead-body picker-upper van. It was a new night job for me-working for a transportation company. My job was to pick up dead bodies from nursing homes and hospital morgues, put them on an ambulance gurney, wheel them out to the van, put them inside, and take them to the funeral homes where I'd put them in the freezer. I arrived at the condominium complex and parked the van.
I put on my black workboots because I saw there were stairs, adjusted my tie, and buttoned up my shirt. I locked the little white van behind me and put on my suit jacket as I walked to the address. The police were standing outside one condominium. "That's got to be the place." I thought. "But why are the police OUTside?" Usually the police were inside.
"Good luck." a cop said to me as I ascended the stairs. I entered the home. It was dark-the electricity had been cut off. The home smelled bad, REALLY bad. I walked thru the house and found the Investigator. He pointed to the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen, my feet began making 'crunching' sounds. <crunch, crunch, crunch> as I stepped each step. <crunch, crunch, crunch>
The investigator shined his light on the floor. There was a dead guy in the middle of the kitchen! He was wearing only a t-shirt and near him was a broom. He'd been sweeping the floor when he died-a week earlier! The neighbors hadn't seen him in a week and they smelled an odd smell, so they called the police. They, called me.
Goo was oozing out of his mouth and nose.! His arms and legs and hands and feet were puffy and swollen and pale! As the investigator moved his light around I could see small objects shaped like Cheetos. Moving? I realized that all over the floor, slurping and soaking up, drinking and eating the man's blood, bile, and vomit-were thousands and thousands and thousands of crunchy, stuffed full...maggots.
25-Oct-2016 03:31:19
