Horror story… The son of the coroner.
Short Story : The son of the coroner.
Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark ( Horror Story)
By Prabir Rai Chaudhuri . All Copyright Reserved 2020
Before dedicating myself to working independently, I worked as an
accounting assistant in a grocery company, during that time I met my husband,
with whom I have a son, I never imagined finding my partner thanks to my
profession.
My job was in an office and socializing is not one of my virtues. It is
very rare for an accounting assistant to end up married to a forensic doctor ,
but in my country being friends with an accountant or having a family member
who is an accountant can be the salvation for many when it comes to being on
good terms with the tax authorities.
So one day a friend from university told me that she had a lot of
orders and she couldn't manage to do the tax return for a client. When she told
me about the job, the truth is that it seemed like a very easy task, since
there wasn't much to do and that's how I found out about it.
The first time I saw him I didn't like him very much, he had a very
particular smell, it's not because of hygiene issues of course not, he is very
impeccable but I think his work doesn't help much, besides that day he had just
left his office, although he always told me it was because my sense of smell is
very sharp and maybe it was, but with the passage of time and his insistence I
got to know him better.Horror stories
I must admit that at first his profession seemed quite peculiar to me,
not to say strange, he is a man with a great sense of humor although sometimes
I must admit that there are jokes that I cannot stand, despite that I try not
to be left behind and I have played one or another heavy joke on him, just as
he likes.
But not all the moments have been full of laughter and jokes.
Generally, those who work in the forensic field have many interesting stories
to tell, with all the respect that death and the afterlife deserve. Having
lived with a forensic expert in the house for so many years, I know several of
them, but none like the one I experienced firsthand a few years ago.
My son was five years old, at that time I was working part-time, in the
afternoons I would pick up the child from kindergarten and we would spend the
rest of the day at home until my husband arrived. One day after picking up my
little one I noticed that he didn't have the house keys with him. I tried to
contact my husband but I couldn't get through to him. I assumed that he was in
the middle of a procedure and didn't have his cell phone at hand, so I had no
choice but to go look for him at work to ask for his keys.
When we arrived we went to the area near the cold room where he
performs the autopsies, I knocked and one of his colleagues came out, I quickly
told him that I needed my husband, we waited for him a few moments in the
hallway until he came out and we were able to resolve the issue of the keys,
all of that took no more than fifteen minutes and I was able to go home with my
son, who was with me the whole time.
That same night, I noticed that my little one had a particular smell,
like grass, but I thought it could be caused by having been playing with his
classmates in the yard so I didn't give it much importance.
The following days passed normally, suddenly my son started telling me
about a new friend, his name was Pepe, he said that he really liked telling
jokes, at first I thought he was talking about a child from kindergarten so it
didn't seem strange to me.
But one afternoon I started to notice that the boy was laughing and
talking to someone who wasn't there, as if they were telling jokes. I asked him
what he was playing with, and he told me that he was playing with Pepe. I tried
to ask him where his friend was and he pointed to an empty spot on the floor
next to him and his toys. I asked him if Pepe appeared in any of the shows that
he liked to watch, because I thought he was a character from a cartoon, but he
said no.
I found it a little curious that he had an imaginary friend because
that was what I thought my son's new friend was, but as the days went by this
invisible being seemed to be more and more present in our home. When he found
toys scattered around the house, my son excused himself by saying that it had
been Pepe.
One time I left the stove on low while I went into the bathroom for a
second, when I came back the heat was on high and the food had burned, it was
just the child and I in the house but he denied having moved the stove.
On another occasion, while the three of us were having dinner, my son
asked us what day he was born because his friend wanted to know his birthday.
The strange thing was that at that moment he told us that Pepe's birthday was
supposedly next week and he would be turning 75.
At that moment my husband and I looked at each other quite strangely.
It didn't seem very usual for a little boy to have an imaginary friend 70 years
older than him. So we agreed that it was best to talk to a doctor about this
new stage of our son's life, since he had never exhibited this type of behavior
before and we wanted to be sure that his health was okay.
One night while I was tidying up some things that had been left lying
around the living room before going to bed, which is a common occurrence when
you have small children, I found a clock under the dining room table.
It was a man's watch, it looked a bit old but it was also noticeable
that it was fine. I asked my husband if the watch was his, but he denied it.
For a moment I thought he might be trying to play a joke on me, but in
reality he didn't seem to know where that object had come from. At that moment
I didn't ask my son because he was already sleeping, so that night I put the
watch away in the closet.
The next morning, for some reason, the alarm clock didn't go off. I
automatically woke up and saw that it was very late. We all ran to get to work.
I got the boy ready as quickly as I could, but that morning he was especially
restless.
He said that we couldn't leave the house that day. I told him that we
had to leave now or we would be very late, but he insisted that he couldn't.
Then he started yelling and saying that he had to help Pepe, who was very upset
with him.
I was in a hurry to leave and tried as best I could to calm him down
and convince him to get in the car. Finally, on the way, he came to his senses
and left the matter at that.
I left him in the garden hoping that when I went to pick him up in the
afternoon he would be in a better mood, but that was not the case. That same
day when I went to pick him up, one of the teachers asked me to talk for a
moment. Apparently the boy had been in a bad mood all day and had told the
teacher that he had a new friend who had gotten very angry with him.
The teacher was worried because the supposed friend had treated him
badly and had threatened to hurt him, at that moment I was very worried, I told
her that he was an imaginary friend of the child but that I would talk to him
about it.
By this time I was very worried about my son's mental health, my
husband and I had already agreed that he would make an appointment with a
colleague who is a specialist in young children, so that day on the way home I
tried to talk to my son to get to the bottom of the situation.
The boy started to tell me that he didn't want to go back home because
his friend was very upset with us. I tried to explain to him that his friend
couldn't hurt him because he wasn't real, but then he started to get desperate,
his eyes filled with tears and he insisted that it was real, that neither his
dad nor I could see it, but that he was there, he was very angry about his
watch.
As soon as he said this I felt the tension in my body drop, I had to
stop the car and park in a bay that was very close to where we lived, I
breathed and made an effort to calm down.
I asked my son about the watch, and it was then that he told me that
Pepe had lent him that watch the day they met, the afternoon we went to his
father's work, this being had approached him, had started talking to him and
telling him that they could be friends, but that in order to be friends he had
to put away his watch.
According to my son, this object was very valuable to his supposed
friend because he had won it in a bet when he was young and from that moment on
it had become his good luck charm .
Well, he believed it was a magical object blessed by a powerful angel.
I was speechless for a moment. I felt so helpless for not having figured out
before what was happening in my own house. I don't know where I got the words
to calm my son down, but I assured him that everything was going to be okay.
After that, I sent a message to my husband because I didn't feel capable of
going home alone with my little one while that clock was there. I told him to
call me as soon as he got off work and that we were going to be out.
Since I don't have any close family in the city, I decided to take my
son to the park and eat some ice cream while we waited for his father. When he
finally called me, I told him everything that had happened. We agreed that he
would go first and get that clock out of our home.
I never knew what he did with it, but after that my son never saw any invisible being again. We decided to take him to a psychologist who assured us that he didn't have any mental health problems. I never knew when my little one encountered this being because no matter how many times I have gone over that day in my mind, I don't remember leaving him alone for even a moment.
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