Jack’s Hobby
March 24th, 2010Jack and I crept quietly downstairs from his bedroom. We were both fourteen, and he was my newest friend. I was staying the night at his house for the first time. It was a little creepy because his family ran a funeral home and they had a morgue in the basement. But he’d told me he had a really cool hobby he did down there and offered to show me.
Once we got down to the morgue he turned on the lights. They flickered and then illuminated the room. It was steel and cold. There were several drawers along the walls. I knew from watching TV that they were where bodies went. In the middle of the room there was a steel table with a sheet on it and a shape under the sheet.
"This is what I wanted to show you, Kevin," Jack said, walking towards the table. "They just brought her in."
