When i was younger my grandmother worked in the hospital morgue, My cousins and i would walk through the white walls to pick up our grandma. It was beyond Scary and vary Quiet as we past every corner of the hospital halls to get our grandma, we where afraid that the ghost of the dead was there with us as we enter the morgue. But greatful when we would see our grandma as we exited the back doors of the hospital we would see the smoke from the cremated deceased coming out of the chimneys.
By Stephanie Marie
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