WORKING AT THE MORTUARY MADE ME PARTLY MENTALLY ILL

 WORKING AT THE MORTUARY MADE ME PARTLY MENTALLY ILL.

I pray everyday for anyone I know to never have to work at a mortuary no matter how desperate they are. I worked in a mortuary for over 15 years and I spent 3 years in a psychiatric hospital after quitting.

I was not okay mentally and emotionally. It's so crazy how we all know that a mortuary is a place where the dead go before being buried and we still expect it to be a safe environment for its workers and the families of the deceased coming in and out.

The truth is most mortuary owners know what happens behind the cold walls and closed doors. This is why most of them hardly spend time there or rather allow any of their family members to work there. Once you work there consider it a life threatening beginning. 

Here's my confession. I worked there as their security guard and that also gave me a cess into the mortuary,even in the cold room where the dead are kept until they go to the fridges. Incase you didn't know,the deceased upon arrival are placed in a very chilled room on the floor.

Until they are moved to the mortuary cabinets or chambers as they are called. The first time I experienced the beginning of the end was when it was a very cold night and I was on duty. I went inside to go make myself coffee.

When I got there I realised that the door where the deceased are placed was wide open,I panicked not because I thought of ghosts or anything but because we were strictly told never to leave the door open or we would get fired. I quickly closed it and went ahead to go make my coffee. I switched on the cattle and I heard a door banging. 

I went to check and I found the office door open but the first time I passed there it was closed. I closed it and went back to the kitchen. When I got there I found my coffee ready for me and I got very scared. I poured it into the sink and I heard an elderly person's voice from far with a dull voice shouting "you are ungrateful,this is my kitchen". I tried to act brave and ignored it.

I switched on the cattle but it suddenly wasn't working. I tried opend the coffee Tin and that too was like the lid was glued to the tin and it wouldn't open. I knew that I had to get out of there ASAP. I rushed out and while walking I could hear voice from a distance having a full on conversation.

I rushed outside to the gate which is my work station and within a few minutes of trying to compose my self I somehow fell asleep. I don't even understand how. When I woke up I found the very same cup of coffee which I refused on my table.

I prayed and didn't drink it. Morning came and I knocked off but even so I could hear footsteps behind me as I walked to the taxi rank but when I looked back there was no one there. That is the day I found out that I had invited spirits from my workplace to my home.

The following day I went back to work,believe you me quitting wasn't a solution because we were paid extremely well. While at work I had to go inside to check that all the chamber doors were properly closed. 

When I got to that cold room,I could feel my hair planning a marathon on my head,they were in the get set mode. My knees and feet started shaking. My body suddenly felt too heavy for my legs. When I got to the big window which showed the inside from the passage I saw three huge snakes.

The snake's were eating the deceased's intestines. I was in shock yet again. The first thing that came to mind was the fact that the snakes were not the usual snakes. They had a glimmering shine and had very Shiney beads attaching them to each other.

I ran back outside and called the boss. He told me that my job is at the gate and what happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas. The next morning before I could knock off he came to work. 

He was barefooted, holding a traditional broom and a red bucket. He was wearing a suit that looked exactly like the scales of the snake. The colours and the shine. He didn't even talk to me. He ignored me when I greeted him and opened the gate for him.

He didn't even look at me,he got off his car and walked straight to me. He stood right infront of me with the broom and bucket and suddenly sprinkled some water on me using the broom. The water was in the bucket he carried.

I went down on my knees, suddenly feeling dizzy and nauseas. He slowly like a robot put the broom and bucket down then grabbed me by the ears then opened my mouth and spat in it. At this point I couldn't even talk or fight back I was very weak.

Next thing I woke up and I was on duty again,far from knock off time even. I found a note on my desk written hey and welcome to Vegas. I knew exactly what that meant. I couldn't wait for knock of time and when the time came I just flew out, straight to the taxi rank.

That was the last time I went to work. I shared with my mom,wife and siblings why I had to leave my job and that's how I lost my mind for a few years and ended up in a psychiatric hospital.