I’ve observed a few amorphous shadows reluctant to leave the cadavers in our lab. They possess no distinctive human form but occasionally I’ll see a rudimentary suggestion of shoulders and a head that I rationalise is my brain attempting to assemble some semblance of a mundane shape they can be attributed to.
There is a disconcerting tangiblity if you inadvertently exposed to one; oleaginous secretion is a remnant upon my goggles I’ve found and a sensation resembling diaphanous fabric cascading over my head. If you’ve ever had a sinuous cat wind around your legs, it redolent of that stimulating sensation. The ‘secretion’ was tested and revealed to be my own yet I always wear non-porous gloves…Ostensibly, I attempt to rub my eyes but deterred by goggles so I just imitate the action. My boss substantiated it.
There’s also the persistent stench of decomposition that accompanies me home when I’m working on a distressing case. Rationally, it’s my brain simulating the pungent odour because it intrinsically tied to my emotional distress when I’ve unsuccessfully implicated someone in the case.
I can vigorously wash my hair and skin but it doesn’t dissipate until I’ve attained justice.
It’s not creepy but just strange. Whenever I set a morning alarm I wake up 3 minutes before it’s set to go off. Always 3 minutes. There’s never been a time where it’s more or less. It happens a lot more than I’d like it too. I’m talking 4 days out of the week. Alarm for 7: 00? Wake up at 6: 57. Set for 10: 30? 10: 27.
Once there was a school trip. One girl in the cabin told a story about one of those murder dolls, so all of us freaked out. We decided to all sleep on the floor together in the big room in the middle of the cabin. There was a glass door in that room, and when we were going to sleep I saw some boy staring at us through it. Then, he straight up vanished. Me and my friends found a picture of him online, and found out that he was a kid who killed himself by jumping off the roof in another country.
I watched Never Ending Stoey and the scene where the horse dies scarred me mentally for life. I simply can’t explain why any sane person would chose to make a scene that heartbreaking.
Holy hell.
I also hate sleeping facing doors (and mirrors.)