THE DEAD WHO WOKE UP
St. Mary’s General Hospital had seen many emergencies, but none like the night Kelechi Nwagu was wheeled in.
He had been in a terrible car accident along the newly tarred expressway. By the time the paramedics arrived, his pulse was weak, his breaths shallow, and within minutes of reaching the emergency ward…
He flatlined.
Doctors fought for 20 minutes.
Shocks.
Adrenaline.
CPR.
Nothing worked.
“Kelechi Nwagu, time of death: 1:17 a.m.” the doctor finally said.
The nurses covered his face with a white sheet. His family wasn’t there. The rain was too heavy; no one had been able to reach them. So he was taken immediately to the morgue.
The morgue that night was cold, unusually cold. The attendant on duty Bassey was a quiet man, but he followed procedure strictly. It was his responsibility to prepare the body for examination later that morning.
After filling the logbook, he pulled Kelechi’s drawer open and slid him in.
“Rest well,” he whispered out of habit, then turned off the main lights.
Outside, the storm raged.
Inside, the morgue hummed with the low buzz of freezers and the distant drip of leaking pipes.
Bassey sat in his small office, drinking garri with sugar to stay awake.
2:00 a.m.
3:00 a.m.
4:00 a.m.
Silence.
By 6:10 a.m., the autopsy technicians known jokingly as “the cutters” arrived for their morning shift. A senior technician, Madam Folake, opened the list.
“Next body Kelechi Nwagu. Brought in at 1:35 a.m. Autopsy scheduled for 7:00 a.m.”
“Bring him out,” she instructed.
Bassey nodded and went to the freezer.
But the moment he touched the metal handle of Kelechi’s drawer…
The freezer shook.
Not slightly violently.
“Madam Folake!” Bassey shouted.
They all rushed over.
Then they heard it.
A faint sound.
At first, it was soft like the dragging of cloth.
Then clearer.
Then unmistakable.
A cry.
Followed by a scream.
Then a pounding against the metal drawer.
BOOM!
BOOM!!
“Open this drawer!” someone shouted.
“Are you mad?!” another screamed.
“It’s a dead body!”
“Then why is it shouting?!”
“Is it ghost?!”
The hospital electricity flickered.
Lights blinked.
The air grew icy.
Madam Folake, shaking, forced herself forward.
“Bassey… open it.”
Bassey’s fingers trembled as he pulled the latch.
The drawer slid open…
AND KELECHI SAT UP HIS EYES WIDE, HIS MOUTH OPEN IN A SCREAM.
“HELP ME!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!! I’M ALIVE!!!”
Everyone ran.
Screaming.
Tripping over chairs.
Pushing each other.
Even the Chief Pathologist ran barefoot into the hallway shouting, “Jesu o! Spirit! Spirit in the morgue!”
Patients hearing the commotion ran too.
Nurses scattered.
Security guards dropped their torches and fled outside.
The entire hospital went into panic. Meanwhile, Kelechi fell out of the drawer, gasping for air, shivering violently, confused and terrified.
He had not been dead.
His pulse had been too weak to detect.
His body temperature had dropped drastically from blood loss.
He had slipped into a rare state called suspended animation a condition where the body mimics death.
But when he woke up inside a cold metal box…
His survival instinct exploded. It took nearly 20 minutes before nurses gathered the courage to approach the morgue again with police officers and a pastor leading the way.
They expected a ghost.
Or a demon.
Or a zombie.
Instead, they found a shivering, traumatized Kelechi, wrapped in the morgue sheet, crying:
"I heard everything… I couldn’t move… I couldn’t breathe… I was screaming inside but nobody heard me."
They rushed him to the ward for warming, IV fluids, and oxygen.
He survived.
But the story didn’t end there. News spread quickly.
Some said he resurrected like Lazarus.
Some said the morgue was cursed.
Some swore they saw spirits running through the hallways that morning.
And Bassey?
He refused to enter the morgue again.
He told everyone:
“If not because God wanted that man to live, we would have cut him open. The dead can rise. Respect every body you touch. Respect the dead or they will teach you respect.”
And from that day, St. Mary’s Morgue earned a new name:
“The Morgue Where the Dead Woke Up.”
Written by Askamodesta #highlightseveryone #everyonefollowers
St. Mary’s General Hospital had seen many emergencies, but none like the night Kelechi Nwagu was wheeled in.
He had been in a terrible car accident along the newly tarred expressway. By the time the paramedics arrived, his pulse was weak, his breaths shallow, and within minutes of reaching the emergency ward…
He flatlined.
Doctors fought for 20 minutes.
Shocks.
Adrenaline.
CPR.
Nothing worked.
“Kelechi Nwagu, time of death: 1:17 a.m.” the doctor finally said.
The nurses covered his face with a white sheet. His family wasn’t there. The rain was too heavy; no one had been able to reach them. So he was taken immediately to the morgue.
The morgue that night was cold, unusually cold. The attendant on duty Bassey was a quiet man, but he followed procedure strictly. It was his responsibility to prepare the body for examination later that morning.
After filling the logbook, he pulled Kelechi’s drawer open and slid him in.
“Rest well,” he whispered out of habit, then turned off the main lights.
Outside, the storm raged.
Inside, the morgue hummed with the low buzz of freezers and the distant drip of leaking pipes.
Bassey sat in his small office, drinking garri with sugar to stay awake.
2:00 a.m.
3:00 a.m.
4:00 a.m.
Silence.
By 6:10 a.m., the autopsy technicians known jokingly as “the cutters” arrived for their morning shift. A senior technician, Madam Folake, opened the list.
“Next body Kelechi Nwagu. Brought in at 1:35 a.m. Autopsy scheduled for 7:00 a.m.”
“Bring him out,” she instructed.
Bassey nodded and went to the freezer.
But the moment he touched the metal handle of Kelechi’s drawer…
The freezer shook.
Not slightly violently.
“Madam Folake!” Bassey shouted.
They all rushed over.
Then they heard it.
A faint sound.
At first, it was soft like the dragging of cloth.
Then clearer.
Then unmistakable.
A cry.
Followed by a scream.
Then a pounding against the metal drawer.
BOOM!
BOOM!!
“Open this drawer!” someone shouted.
“Are you mad?!” another screamed.
“It’s a dead body!”
“Then why is it shouting?!”
“Is it ghost?!”
The hospital electricity flickered.
Lights blinked.
The air grew icy.
Madam Folake, shaking, forced herself forward.
“Bassey… open it.”
Bassey’s fingers trembled as he pulled the latch.
The drawer slid open…
AND KELECHI SAT UP HIS EYES WIDE, HIS MOUTH OPEN IN A SCREAM.
“HELP ME!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!! I’M ALIVE!!!”
Everyone ran.
Screaming.
Tripping over chairs.
Pushing each other.
Even the Chief Pathologist ran barefoot into the hallway shouting, “Jesu o! Spirit! Spirit in the morgue!”
Patients hearing the commotion ran too.
Nurses scattered.
Security guards dropped their torches and fled outside.
The entire hospital went into panic. Meanwhile, Kelechi fell out of the drawer, gasping for air, shivering violently, confused and terrified.
He had not been dead.
His pulse had been too weak to detect.
His body temperature had dropped drastically from blood loss.
He had slipped into a rare state called suspended animation a condition where the body mimics death.
But when he woke up inside a cold metal box…
His survival instinct exploded. It took nearly 20 minutes before nurses gathered the courage to approach the morgue again with police officers and a pastor leading the way.
They expected a ghost.
Or a demon.
Or a zombie.
Instead, they found a shivering, traumatized Kelechi, wrapped in the morgue sheet, crying:
"I heard everything… I couldn’t move… I couldn’t breathe… I was screaming inside but nobody heard me."
They rushed him to the ward for warming, IV fluids, and oxygen.
He survived.
But the story didn’t end there. News spread quickly.
Some said he resurrected like Lazarus.
Some said the morgue was cursed.
Some swore they saw spirits running through the hallways that morning.
And Bassey?
He refused to enter the morgue again.
He told everyone:
“If not because God wanted that man to live, we would have cut him open. The dead can rise. Respect every body you touch. Respect the dead or they will teach you respect.”
And from that day, St. Mary’s Morgue earned a new name:
“The Morgue Where the Dead Woke Up.”
Written by Askamodesta #highlightseveryone #everyonefollowers
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