Boo Who?

This next story isn’t quite a ghost story, but it is in the same venue and I will tell it just the same. I’d just taken the body of a deceased person to the morgue, placed the cart in the cooler, and was doing the paper work in the log, when I heard voices from the storeroom through a vent high on the wall that connected it to the morgue room. It was our maintenance man, Franko and one of the female central supply techs, Niecie. They were retrieving a bariatric bed for a patient. Bariatric beds are oversized beds for the larger clients. The bed had been stored directly beneath the vent.

I moved across the morgue until I was underneath the vent, then cupped my hands around my mouth and made a funnel. I moaned, “W-O-O-O-O-O-O! W-O-O-O-O-O!”

They immediately stopped talking. Then I heard Niecie ask, “Franko, did you hear that?”

When Franko didn’t answer right away, she persisted, “I said, did you hear that?”

Franko said “Yes! Yes I did.”

“What was that?” She asked.

I heard Franko shush her.

They were quiet and I could tell they were listening for more. So I waited. When I heard them start to move the bed in the next room, I again moaned, “W-O-O-O-O-O! W-O-O-O-O-O!”

Niecie said, “Let’s get out of here!” I heard the supply room door pop open and the bed rolled out of the room at a high rate of speed.

Later, I met Franko in the hallway and told him what I’d done. He laughed and said, “I didn’t know what that noise was. I knew the morgue was next door, so I thought at first it could have been a ghost. The second time you moaned, Neicie’s eyes bulged out. She grabbed my arm and almost climbed up onto my shoulders. I think she would have if I would have let her.”

We never told Neicie and if you by chance read this, I apologize.