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The Post Mortem
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The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. My brain kept generating empty signals and I stood numb. Despite strong refusals from my heart, I turned back. My dreaded eyes ran straight through the gloomy stretch of the corridor. There was absolutely no one. It seemed like it was one of those hallucinations that often we see in horror films. I too felt as if I am a part of a horror film. But the reality was far more terrifying.
I was being followed. By whom? Well, that's a mystery. To know the reality I need to take you 2 months back.
My name is Dr Roshan Sharma. I am a forensic expert and have been working here, in this hospital for 3 years now. Unlike other normal doctors, I have never treated a living body. I had to deal with dead people. Scary right?
Well, I never felt so untill one day. It was a Sunday. A happy Sunday. Sundays were often beautiful for me. Away from the mundane hustle and bustle of those panicked relatives of the dead people, I found some time to live completely by myself and with my beloved life partner Roshni. Roshni is the love of my life, my destination and the best companion I could ever have.
That evening had a basket of roses to offer us. Light breeze brushed over the young shrubs and also whispered in our ears. We were busy gossiping about the highs and lows of our lives, dreams that were fulfilled, dreams that were yet to be achieved. Suddenly, our attention was drawn by the calling bell. Our door bell was ringing. I frowned and with utter irritation decided to ignore the bell. I never wanted to miss an inch of time that I spend with my love. But Roshni seemed pragmatic and she asked me to attend the call first. Someone might have something important or urgent. I dragged myself to the door to open it.
As I opened the door, I saw a man, possibly in his early sixties awaiting my attention. Despite me standing right in front of him, he seemed to be lost somewhere else, probably in some whims. He continued to press the...
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. My brain kept generating empty signals and I stood numb. Despite strong refusals from my heart, I turned back. My dreaded eyes ran straight through the gloomy stretch of the corridor. There was absolutely no one. It seemed like it was one of those hallucinations that often we see in horror films. I too felt as if I am a part of a horror film. But the reality was far more terrifying.
I was being followed. By whom? Well, that's a mystery. To know the reality I need to take you 2 months back.
My name is Dr Roshan Sharma. I am a forensic expert and have been working here, in this hospital for 3 years now. Unlike other normal doctors, I have never treated a living body. I had to deal with dead people. Scary right?
Well, I never felt so untill one day. It was a Sunday. A happy Sunday. Sundays were often beautiful for me. Away from the mundane hustle and bustle of those panicked relatives of the dead people, I found some time to live completely by myself and with my beloved life partner Roshni. Roshni is the love of my life, my destination and the best companion I could ever have.
That evening had a basket of roses to offer us. Light breeze brushed over the young shrubs and also whispered in our ears. We were busy gossiping about the highs and lows of our lives, dreams that were fulfilled, dreams that were yet to be achieved. Suddenly, our attention was drawn by the calling bell. Our door bell was ringing. I frowned and with utter irritation decided to ignore the bell. I never wanted to miss an inch of time that I spend with my love. But Roshni seemed pragmatic and she asked me to attend the call first. Someone might have something important or urgent. I dragged myself to the door to open it.
As I opened the door, I saw a man, possibly in his early sixties awaiting my attention. Despite me standing right in front of him, he seemed to be lost somewhere else, probably in some whims. He continued to press the...
