"The work isn't done," it hissed. "And I'm still full of air."
The humming of the lights intensified, rising to a piercing shriek. Raymond backed away, hitting the cold brick wall. From the shadows of the embalming room’s corner, a shape began to unfold. It wasn't the old woman. It was something taller, stitched together from the memories of a dozen different "guests" he had seen that week.
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Raymond didn't run. He couldn't. As the lights finally cut to black, he felt cold, clammy fingers wrap around his wrist, guiding his hand back toward the empty, waiting table. If you want to keep the tension going: involving Mr. Delacroix A frantic escape through the mortuary vents The discovery of why the bodies are "waking up" What should happen to Raymond next?
It didn't come from the hallway. It came from inside the body cavity. "The work isn't done," it hissed
It mimicked Delacroix’s voice, a wet, sandpaper rasp: "You forgot to check the jaw, Raymond."
He reached for the trocar, but his hand swiped through empty air. The tool tray was gone. From the shadows of the embalming room’s corner,
The creature stepped into the light. It wore the woman’s face, but the eyes were hollow pits of shifting tar. It held out the missing trocar.