OPEN A COLD ONE

Thriller Stories | May 5, 2020 | 8 min read
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OPEN A COLD ONE

Find out what really happens in a morgue

OPEN A COLD ONE





WARNING! If you are easily offended by explicit depictions of Necrophilia, DO NOT read this story. What you are about to view is based on true events.







This story contains graphic content.







Matt and Julie were your average High School sweethearts.







Matt was a sixteen-year-old football jock, and Julie was a fifteen-year-old cheerleader.







They were at their annual High School prom dance. They spent some time dancing and having a good time with friends. Then Julie could tell that Matt was already buzzed when he whispered a sweet something in her ear and they left the prom early to do some private partying of their own. They got into his car and they sped off. Gravel kicking high underneath the tires. Julie loved the rush of speed. She giggled as the wind blew through her hair. Matt turned to face her and gave one of those bad-boy grins. He reminded her of one of the guys from the Twilight movies. As for Matt, he knew that Julie was not shy when it came to boys. She was deflowered at the tender age of twelve. She had developed early. Already her boobs were huge and she hardly ever wears a bra. She had a nice brown tanned body that rode all the way up. Having already slept with many of the boys from school, she had experience when it came to pleasing guys. Julie was very proud of her body. "Did you bring the stuff?" she asked him. "Right here," he replied holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels that he had stolen from his father's liquor cabinet. They drove into a dark, secluded, wooded trail and parked. There, they partied and made out.







After they were done they drove out of the wooded trail, got back out onto the highway, and headed back into town. Soon they came upon a slow-moving semi-truck. Matt wasn't a patient person so he floored the gas pedal and tried to pass the semi. But he lost control and rammed the back of the semi. The sudden impact caused a belt on the semi bed to snap that was holding steel beams. A few of the steel beams fell loose and slid off the semi and crashed through the windshield of Matt's car.







Peter knew the accident was bad when he first heard about it earlier that week on the news. He worked at and owned the town's funeral home. He was at home with his wife Melissa and their two young daughters celebrating his fortieth birthday. But getting older really wasn't all that special. In fact, after you hit twenty-one, life seems to go downhill Peter thought to himself. Peter was in the shower thinking back to when he was a kid and all the fun times that he had growing up. The time when he was caught skinny dipping in the pool by his neighbor lady was one of his favorite childhood memories. Peter laughed to himself about that. He had just gotten out of the shower and walked over to the toilet to pee when his wife Melissa came in the bathroom and walked up behind Peter to give him the phone, and told him that he had a call and wrapped her arms around him. Peter put the phone up to his ear and answered. "Hello?" "April Fools," the female voice said on the other end. It was Jane the funeral home secretary. "We have a delivery tonight," she told him. "Its the two teenagers who were involved in that fatal accident with that semi. And Jeff is still out sick. Can you come in tonight and handle it?" she asked him.







Peter groaned at first but when he found out about one of the victims being a young teenage girl he agreed. "There are just some subjects that require his own special touched." He chuckled. "I'll be there soon," he replied back to her.







“Can't you call Henry to take care of this tonight?” Melissa said in exasperation. “It’s your birthday, and we are so looking forward to the party I planned for you.”







“Darling, I know you're disappointed, but we can have the party tomorrow night.”







“Day-old cake won't taste the same, I promise you.”







“Order a new cake if it makes you happy,” he said. Peter kissed her on the cheek and threw two kisses to his two daughters as he departed through the door that led to the garage and his Lexus.







When Peter arrived at the funeral home, Jane was typing a correspondence in the office on the first floor.







“When did the accident victims arrive?”







“Larry and Steve wheeled the gurneys into the lab about seven p.m. I called Henry, but couldn't reach him. I think he said he was going to the movies with Rachell. Do you want me to try again?”







“No, there’s no need. My fortieth birthday party has been ruined tonight, so I may as well let Henry enjoy the rest of his evening. I can get the ball rolling, and Henry can finish up tomorrow.”







Jane looked at Peter suspiciously, and after weighing his comments concerning Henry, she looked at the calendar on her Rolodex and said, “It really is your birthday…April first…how could I have forgotten?”







“I was about to blow out the candles when you called. Melissa and the kids are really mad at you for breaking up such a lavish affair.”







“You really didn't need to be here tonight. Henry could have handled it.”







Peter ignored this comment. “Why are you working overtime?”







“I'm not working overtime,” Jane retorted. “I need to take some personal leave, and I was cleaning out my inbox.”







“Did you call the temp agency?”







“Of course I did. she said. I wouldn't leave without getting someone to fill in while I'm gone. I would think you would know that by now.”







“Hey, I apologize,” Peter said as he paced back and forth across the office and poured himself a cup of stale coffee. “Do what you've got to do, and come back as soon as you can. You know I can't get along without you.”







“Look, I'd better get started.” Peter pitched the remnants of the coffee in the trash can. “As I've indicated in the past, I don't want to be disturbed once I start the embalming process. If you want, you may leave after your done typing out the paperwork that you are working on."







With that being said, peter opened the door that led to the basement. She heard the bolt click before he descended the stairs.







He parked the gurney next to another one that had a badly decomposed, bloated corpse that was found floating in a nearby river by some fishermen earlier that week.







Peter began by grabbing a pair of shears and cutting off and removing the young girl's clothes. As he worked he thought about the many atrocities that mankind had afflicted on one another. In his many years as a Mortician, his eyes had played witness to such devices as Murder, Suicides, Rape, Torture, Fatal Accidents, ETC. But there was one case that still haunted him to this day. He recalled that It involved a charred diary of a young girl. Chills ran down his spine as he recalled what he had read from it.







My mom's boyfriend did it to me again. I'm writing this all bruised and bloody. He must have somehow found out that I finally told an adult that my mom's live-in boyfriend has been raping me for a long time. At least a few times a week. I was walking home alone from school, and he pulled up next to me and offered me a ride. But as soon as we got to his house, he dragged me into a bedroom and handcuffed my arms and legs to the bedposts. Then he stripped, raped, and strangled me. He tried to cover up and hide what he had done to her by pouring gasoline on her naked body and setting her and the house on fire. The police found her charred remains handcuffed to a metal bed post frame, with the open mouth expression of absolute terror and agony on her dead face. Dying had stopped her screams and her tears.







Peter shook his head to try to get rid of the ghastly image. But he looked down and noticed that he had gotten an erection. "Down Boy." Peter chuckled to himself. After he was done undressing her he then stepped back and admired her beauty. He knew that she had been a cheerleader and could tell that she had gone tanning quite often. As he surveyed her he realized that she had gone through puberty early in life. She had firm, perky breasts, and was bald down there. Maybe she was trying to keep her youthful innocence, or perhaps she knew that it was what guys liked. Peter thought to himself.







The smell of rot emanating from the cadaver that was pulled out from the river sexually aroused him. Peter's sperm was still a stagnant pool in its mouth. Maggots were squirming in the milky, sticky, substance like a grotesque soup. He walked over to a counter and pushed play on the music player. A Cannibal Corpse song called Stripped, Raped, and Strangled boomed out of the ceiling speakers in the room. Peter couldn't remember when he had undressed himself as he walked back over. He swung the young girl's legs over his shoulders and mounted himself on top of her. Then he injected himself into her.







Meanwhile, Melissa and the kids were driving on their way to Peter's funeral home. She thought it would be a great idea to surprise him while at work. She had a second pair of keys for the funeral home, in case of emergencies. Melissa pulled around in the back of the funeral home and parked the Mercedes next to one of the black hearses. The only lights that were on in the building were in the basement. There was a high drone of metal music throbbing from within.







Melissa shushed the kids and told them to be very quiet, as to not spoil the surprise. She quickly lit the candles and told her young daughters to hold the cake together. Cindy and Sally giggled excitedly as Melissa unlocked and opened the basement door that led to the lab.







They burst into the lab and screamed merrily, “Surprise!"







The threesome was blinded momentarily by the bright fluorescent lights and disoriented by an earsplitting sound of death metal music.







When their eyes adjusted to the lights, Melissa and the kids stood frozen in a state of shock at the sight they would remember until the day they died. Peter was nude atop the naked female corpse on the embalming table. His hands were squeezing her large breasts in unison with each violent thrust of his hips. His eyes were closed tight in a fit of ecstasy, unaware that Melissa and the kids had entered the room.







The right quarter of the young woman’s face was a hollow cavern of gore and the absence of her right cheek gave her exposed teeth in an insidious smile.







Peter always had a nagging question lurking in the darkest corners of his demented mind. Ever since he was a teenager. And in his many years as both a Mortician and a Necromanic his question had been answered. Indeed dead girls can still get wet.







Peter had to admit to himself "Sloppy Seconds" was the best kind of sex.







When the police investigators asked why he had sex with corpses.







Peter simply replied, "I enjoy the peace and quiet."





During his trial, Peter made a request to the court to be given autopsy photos of the cadavers that he had previously worked on so that he could have something to masturbate to in his jail cell.




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