Novelas y relatos de Postmortem

“Some pots or something?” “Better, there was a huge black kidney shaped object. I’m not sure what it is exactly, makes me think sarcophagus…” She cut him off before he could continue. “You better not be sending me a coffin with some dead person inside of it. You know I hate dealing with that kind of thing.” She snapped and he laughed.

"It's okay. I figured out you had a good reason for not telling me." Vanessa sighed. "We lost Victoria at birth. My younger sister after Katie. I remember that day very clearly, my mom had to be rushed to the hospital at midnight even when she still had three weeks left to hit her 9th month. They had to do CS for her but Victoria didn't make it. Her death remains the hardest thing we had to go through as a family. Katherine was two years old then so she could barely remember anything. I was so scared when my parents revealed the twins' pregnancy. I was afraid history was going to repeat itself but Thank God things went well."

Leighton asked. Meguitte and Fatima exchanged a look, and Meguitte sighed. “Leighton, by the time I bathed Jules, the time for rigor mortis had passed. I do not know. There was no evidence of blood pooling, but that is also not unusual for vampires. Those who feel their end has come often simply lie down and cease movement. After a while, they petrify…” She trailed off and looked at Sigrid. “They cease to breathe, or react… and there is no heartbeat. We have always assumed that indicated that they had died. Is it possible that they enter a… a sort of hibernation?”

true death has occurred. . . ……

I said while crying. "Only Hera didn't work Keng." I added that Keng was stunned. I really can't figure out where I went wrong and why Hera is dead. Will Zak die too? "I injected it like I did to this dead hamster before, he came back to life but why is he like this even though I stabbed his heart. He's still alive!" I screamed in anger. This hamster is still alive but his heart is no longer connected to his body. Only the heart is beating and alive.

he took my head on his shoulder and I leaned closer to my twin. “There are things that take long before it goes away, you know that,” “And for each one that went away has at least something for you. those scars will forever remind you of the battles you’ve won,” he said slowly but his eyes never left the ocean. “You have the time of yours. Take it slow Asmara.” Afterlives are something that some people hold in their hearts a glimpse of hope that they keep with them. They believe that in another life their loved ones will find their way back and happily ever after will follow. I hope those were true. Perhaps it was love that made people believe in such.

His voice carried the authority of years spent in rooms just like this one. A young assistant, clipboard in hand, nodded quickly and stepped closer. Brooklyn pulled back the sheet that covered Nathan’s body, revealing the water-logged skin beneath. Pale, waxy, and peeling at the extremities, it told a story that demanded unraveling. "Signs of skin slippage," Brooklyn began, his gloved hand brushing Nathan’s forearm. "Consistent with immersion. Moderate bloating. Note the postmortem lividity patterns." "Noted," the assistant murmured, her pen scratching across the paper.

Betsy waited outside the operating room looking anxious. "You still care about him, don’t you?" I asked her quietly. "Who says I do?" she snapped. "I'm just worried that if he dies, what will happen to our business?" It made sense! I nodded quickly. If he died at our guesthouse, there was no way we could keep running it. Seeing her hard exterior, I sighed. "I don't know where you got your information, but there's no truth to it,” Julius said to his mother.

The men slowly lowered my body into the earth, wailing and continuing on until all I could see was white sky. “Goodbye, Life.” -THE END-

Cause of Death: Severe traumatic brain injury with multiple organ rupture and hemorrhage caused by a car accident. "External Characteristics: The deceased was run over and dragged by a heavy vehicle, and his facial features are completely disfigured and unrecognizable. The left ribcage collapsed, with multiple rib fractures and severed ribs piercing the lungs and heart. Both lower limbs suffered comminuted fractures, with exposed rib ends and avulsed skin…" I floated mid-air, reading the report and suddenly feeling the excruciating pain of that night that seemed to resurface deep within my soul. The day I died was precisely a week after Sally's death.